The wild
The wild heart still lives, /
among the tamed yards it prowls, /
its eyes summer bright.
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Tag Archives: Monday
“The wild”
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“The Disguise”
The private eye disguise
In glasses and bushy brows,
With nose and funny mustache
Able to deceive the soused.
I am impersonating the author,
The teller of these tall tales
Of tarnish valor and unfair maidens
And life’s sordid travails.
It is hard to fake the writing
To sit here and make stuff up.
The computer stares at me blankly
Like an audience saying, “Never enough.”
I can’t take one more day,
Maybe not ever one more hour.
I’m looking for the clues,
But everything turns up sour.
The writer has disappeared,
The creator now uncreated.
And everything I try or do
Comes out jaded or simply dated.
I am the created cliche,
Left behind to hold this space.
O’ author come back to me
So my future won’t be erased.
091222
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“Blue”
Blue
Evening shades of blue. /
I look up and think of you. /
Nimbus cloud in view.
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“Reborn”
Reborn
Gifts and packages, /
Clothes and books and small treasures. /
Old skin shed for new.
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“Light”
Light
A true patriot /
sees not only the flag, but /
the night approaching.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer named Maxwell”
There once was writer named Maxwell/
Who wrote only things factual /
Imagination, he said, /
Was not in his head. /
Then he was eaten by a Pterodactyl.
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Writer named Flynn
There one was a writer named Flynn, /
Who had trouble knowing where to begin. /
In medias res, /
he heard was the place. /
but he didn’t know how to get in.
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“Oh, Monday”
Oh, Monday
Oh, Monday, you vex me. /
A sour text, you text me. /
You proclaim elation, /
Lying on a bed of consternation. /
You say, Arise! Make the wheels of capitalism spin /
As though my last ounce of weekend indolence a sin. /
Oh, Monday, I wish I could love you, /
Or at least, like a dove, fly above you. /
But the best I can do is grin /
And say, Let the hell begin again. /
Each day will have its number. /
Each day will have its blunder. /
But Monday is the gatekeeper /
Of all that will befall or be reaped here. /
I wish you all pleasant circumstances, /
Moments filled with life’s entrances. /
But remember, Monday is always near, /
Never far and always clear. /
Up ahead is your Twilight Zone, /
Childhood changed and then left alone. /
And all the monsters on Maple Street, /
Need a Monday to make them complete. /
Fear this monster, or if you dare, /
Extend a hard and show some care. /
Maybe Monday is lonely, too, /
And could use a friend just like you.
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“Voices”
Voices
Endless voices shout: /
our freedom, where does it bloom? /
In all hearts of love.
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“Some thrones”
Some thrones
Sometimes the throne is /
a mulch pile, a dead threshold /
waiting to be thrown.
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