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“Oh, Monday”

Oh, Monday.

Oooh, Monday.

Oooh, Moonday.

Oooh, Moanday.

You come and you slay me.

Sunday is not done,

Not gone with the setting sun,

But there you are once more

Scavenging at my door.

A beggar with a broken smile.

You promise to be for only a while,

But your 24-hours pass

As if the sands stuck in the hourglass.

Oh, Monday.

Oooh, Monday.

Oooh, Moonday.

Oooh, Moanday.

You come and you play me.

I fall for your tattered lines.

I hope ruthlessly for the sublime.

But, Moanday, you are there,

A rumbled love I no longer share.

You once held such promise,

But now you are always upon us.

Hanging low over the weekend,

Always about to offend.

Oh, Monday.

Ooh, oooh, sad Monday.

I go to bed and sigh

As I wave the weekend goodbye.

Ooh, oooh, Moonday.

Ooh, oooh, Moanday.

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“Creative Anxiety”

Creative anxiety

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Oh, those bug farts /

give me quite a start. /

just tear me apart, /

and then I cannot start. /

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I cannot put pen to paper /

Not now, not then, not later. /

Any noise is absolute traitor /

Drives to a creative nadir. /

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My computer screen remains blank; /

There’s no fuel in the tank /

Ideas are skunk skank /

If I golfed, it’d be a shank. /

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A car horn blocks away /

Children running round to play /

All these reach out and slay /

Any creativity today. /

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Oh, the muses do decree /

All these sounds won’t let me be. /

Even a leaf from a tree /

Is as loud as a crashing sea. /

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Oh, dear God, if you exist, /

Please grant my bucket list /

Or at least if you insist /

Take away all who made me pissed. /

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Silence, only silence I can abide. /

I accept not your a chide /

Even your socks across the floor, slide /

Make me full of bile and snide. /

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I will not, cannot not live in peace /

Until all sound reaches surcease /

Until even the bee’s knees /

Reach a point of full freeze.

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“A farewell”

A farewell

A kiss. A cloud.

A farewell I say to you

my last sleep’s dream.

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“Viewpoint”

Viewpoint

From a dog’s viewport, /

one dog to another,

summer is a rose.

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“Reaching”

Reaching

The blue of evening /

cradles the quiet moon’s rise. /

Silent flowers wave.

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“Early”

Early

Early are the winds /

when they are just a breeze /

building from a thought.

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“Free floating radicals”

Free floating radicals

The clock floated free; /

the jack, the pawn, and the car /

left their roles behind.

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“Touched”

Touched

Touched and touching, /

bent toward the sun and each other /

memories and life.

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“Bouquet”

Bouquet

A bouquet of rain /

gathered by the day lilies /

offered to the sun.

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“Icarus”

Icarus

Icarus, soaring /

between the sunflower and /

the sun, hoping.

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