Then crossed
logs and turtles,
taxis and eight wheel trucks,
cars race across dotted lines. Splat.
Frogger.
logs and turtles,
taxis and eight wheel trucks,
cars race across dotted lines. Splat.
Frogger.
Cinquain Train
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Alive
with hints of spring.
Still, the garden’s little
more than a dwindling list of much
too soons.
(Sorry about the last line. I'm sure no one would object if the next poster used, too soon.)
with hints of spring.
Still, the garden’s little
more than a dwindling list of much
too soons.
(Sorry about the last line. I'm sure no one would object if the next poster used, too soon.)
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Too late
the new sun's touch
soft caressed your shoulder.
The time has passed and now you’re late
to work
the new sun's touch
soft caressed your shoulder.
The time has passed and now you’re late
to work
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Tick tock,
so goes the clock.
At the door comes a knock.
Ignore or answer then unlock?
Too late.
so goes the clock.
At the door comes a knock.
Ignore or answer then unlock?
Too late.
Neither
one thought to ask,
neither cared to answer.
Still, morning finds you here, like
spring snow.
one thought to ask,
neither cared to answer.
Still, morning finds you here, like
spring snow.
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Spring snow:
vestige of past
winter's grasp, its sorry
tug t'ward all bleak winters passed is
futile.
vestige of past
winter's grasp, its sorry
tug t'ward all bleak winters passed is
futile.
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By dawn
one life relived
grieving, loving, lauding,
gracious streaming light releasing
Dreaming
one life relived
grieving, loving, lauding,
gracious streaming light releasing
Dreaming
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[FONT="][FONT="]Did I[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]bring you to dearth?[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]Lie in the bed you make.[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]I will be here to rumple sheets[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]with you.[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]bring you to dearth?[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]Lie in the bed you make.[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]I will be here to rumple sheets[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]with you.[/FONT][/FONT]
With you
games seem so real,
so intense. Every time
someone must loose so you can win.
So sad.
games seem so real,
so intense. Every time
someone must loose so you can win.
So sad.
So sad—
roses wilting
in the fierce mid-day heat.
Those resisting will soon greet the
first frost.
roses wilting
in the fierce mid-day heat.
Those resisting will soon greet the
first frost.
“Keep us,
keep us,” they beg.
Like a god, I choose which
roses die in warm rooms and which
by frost.
keep us,” they beg.
Like a god, I choose which
roses die in warm rooms and which
by frost.
by frost
his weary eyes,
soft voice, ever wistful,
accept the brief, cold days that come
with age
his weary eyes,
soft voice, ever wistful,
accept the brief, cold days that come
with age
With age
I grow crooked.
The grace of my lines bend.
Tell me again how to revive
in love.
I grow crooked.
The grace of my lines bend.
Tell me again how to revive
in love.
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"In love"
what weighty words.
Inexplicably so.
Befuddling, and as begiling,
as you
what weighty words.
Inexplicably so.
Befuddling, and as begiling,
as you
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as you
make life your own
remember who loved you
who failed you and who survived you
my child
make life your own
remember who loved you
who failed you and who survived you
my child
A true story..
My child
cannot speak words,
fumbles in his small steps;
but touches with his fingers, eyes,
in love.
My child
cannot speak words,
fumbles in his small steps;
but touches with his fingers, eyes,
in love.
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