Diary of a Poet
Editor's Introduction:
When I was a child I learned the saying, A picture tells a thousand words.
As an adult, reading the poetry of
Thomas Beal, I learned a twist of that phrase... Tom's words truly tell a thousand pictures.
Thomas Beal is an observer of life and his pen is his translator. His encounters with love, hate, hope, despair,
enchantment, and disenchantment are recreated in verse with colorful imagery. As I read his diverse lines, these
images bombard my senses, causing me to reflect on my own previous feelings and experiences.
The poet once told me his best work results from depression. Sometimes his poetry represents the pain of his own
experience, be it love lost, a lost friend, or a shattered dream. Sometimes his poetry results from his compassion
for others as they struggle with life. Though depression may create Tom's words in much of his work, there is as
frequently a recognition of hope and a vision of a brighter future.
Thomas Beal is obsessed with the desire to record life's experiences and he is obsessed with the desire to share
the emotions stirred from those experiences with his readers. His commitment to writing verse is most sincere. To
provoke thought or to promote change he is willing to expose his deepest feelings...his vulnerability.
I admire Tom Beal. As I search for my opportunity to have an impact, to make my mark, he quietly writes on. His
hundreds of poems weave his life experiences. When you read his poetry I think you will share memories of
yesterday, feelings of today, and dreams of tomorrow.
Rob Eaton
Activist
I do hope you find some lines that touch your heart, or sing to your soul, as you read this!
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#151
All is still
stars' twinkling chill
the birds await dawn's light
Bats fly home
wayward sons roam
grasping remains of the night
Gray on the coast
where water will roast
the moon beams must go
Sunshine at last
sleep withers fast
the cock has made its crow
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#152
Thoughts waver
aghast and ghostly
on the edge of conscious realm
And i, the captain
of pirate ship
storm blown at the helm
Words are leaping
harpoon sighted
woven in violent waves
A billion score
of empty pages
and a pen that ever craves
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#153
People warm
tiding's comfort
you are welcome here
Should need
find you reaching
we are always near
No greed
but for friendship
within which is no fear
Worry not
release your burden
shed a joyful tear
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#154
A hot summer day
a cool coffee shop
two complete strangers
on a liquid stop
A soft-spoken woman
a sarcastic man
who engage in conversation
totally lacking plan
Two children's parents
from different city sides
two travelers of life's road
connect through different strides
Her upper part of shy
his dimmer half of loud
a new realm is created
amid the coffee crowd
A little bit of laughter
a little bit of talk
ask a few questions
on the knowledge walk
Maybe less now stranger
maybe almost friends
it is not a clear picture
i suppose it all depends
The man has his own thoughts
ones she cannot see
and she, her own secrets
it is part of being free
But all in all it is better
than a silent sit today
for each has recollection
and good in each's way
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#155
There has never been
a better day
that i could change
things i dislike
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#156
See the plastic people
with closets full of masks
foreheads toward the sky
as they rush amidst their tasks
Hear the gentle voices
crack unaware with greed
a lusty kind of opera
on which they daily feed
See them wash their hands
they will dirty them again
wait as they grow old
their castles will be empty then
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#157
Sitting on something explosive
(what a wonderful language we've got)
Time is quick, thus erosive
(bull is cool, i have a lot)
Ambition comes in tides
(i have a fatal youth)
Genius runs and hides
(but i am a sleuth)
Insanity in the other box
(many times it shows)
Its droning voice impulsive talks
(its meaning no one knows)
So i am haunted at night
(in nightmare waves)
I wake again and write
(fountain pen enslaves)
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#158
Pre-dawn partings
what a sensuous sound
exhausted that we are
Our hands are busy
for hours straight
but we never go too far
Ten minute breathers
and we're at it again
the rhythmic pass of night
And stop to think
we are total strangers
collided on Earth's fateful flight
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#159
Too many people pretending
not enough who can try
Too many past potentials
who never learned to fly
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#160
I once had a wonderful feeling
as if i were king and the earth my throne
Each new moment had treasures revealing
all of life's roses were seeds i had sown
People were honest and offering hand
violence was only fantasy and tale
Burns were just made on the beach by the sand
and pain was the tingle of summer hail
Wishes were dreams that would someday come true
and dreams were the fulfillment of my life
The dazzling sky was my only blue
and the decisions of play were my strife
Now i am older in all that i feel
dreams are continued but my man is real
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#161
When i was a child
i held a child's hand
i had no need for love
it was not know
Care was a word
i did not understand
anger and hatred
all that were shown
Threat and submission
so well exampled
and obedience was
assured by fear
Pride and innocence
selfishly trampled
sermons of self
destruction ever clear
The man learned
to quiver echoes of child
a reminiscence of
threats that were thrown
Attempts at avoidance
of pain were wild
until he found
he lived his pain all alone
In desperation
he asked above
He answered with
Judy's earnest and love
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#162
Terror remains in the eye of the child
while late tears unleashed are held by the man
Realizing his innocence was defiled
and wondering the extent of its span
Alas the freedom finally achieved
yet it happened and now years in the past
Daily discovery of ways deceived
and discovering the effects are vast
Love that was spoken but never exposed
had become 'ware to all new hearts that plead
The bursts of anger so violently posed
are open wounds that continue to bleed
The morning mirror says you are okay
the past is just that much farther away
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#163
I have reached
forty-one at twenty-five
she relives
twenty-five at forty-one
Together youth
and age become alive
the bridging of
differences has begun
My young man is
striving to reach complete
her woman tries
remembering her girl
Somewhere in the middle
we often meet
where the tensions of
our lives can unfurl
We clash at the corners
we overlook
and we are lonely
together at night
We remember the bad
turns that we took
but we push forward
with all of our might
The difference in age
could pull us apart
but age is not in
the eyes of the heart
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#164
Depression is a carnivorous beast
which preys greedily on the flesh of mankind
A lonely impression is one of its least
crowds follow its lure as if they were blind
It gains through the innocence of pure youth
disillusioning the ignorant eye
Its venom quickly obliterates truth
while dwindling all efforts of try
The will of the victim shrivels away
and their small chance of achievement is lost
They wallow unaware what they must pay
when it is their life that is the end cost
The only escape is by reaching out
that is what friends and concern are about
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#165
My typewriter's case is old
but its soul is new to me
It fills my hungry duplicator
whose output sets me free
Thus i am a salesman
also the pressuring force
Wandering full of wishes
yet determined to the course
My typewriter, an old Royal
has a ribbon that is new
And it fills the many pages
that, by finance, are brought to you
Thus i am a writer
editing what i can
Ambitions turned realistic
the completion of my man
My typewriter, gray and heavy
a finger floor to dance upon
Though manual, so now ancient
will be here when i am gone
Thus i am a mortal
restricted by life's stage
But i shall life forever
in black and white on page
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#166
Ah, so many writers
of verse and rhyme and thought
Ah, so many writers
with pages full of naught
Ah, so many writers
dwelling on violence and sex
Ah, so many writers
sans the languid hex
Ah, so many writers
typing out their souls
Ah, so many writers
with high financial goals
Ah, so many writers
and so few word technicians
Ah, so many writers
with so few worthy submissions
Aaaahhh...
so many writers!
so many, many writers!!!
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#167
Sight acquaintances
and business friends
Morning greetings?
it all depends
Depends on whose back
you've scratched of late
Or maybe your dress
or height or weight
Higher is better
and better expands
But friends become closer
and full of demands
I think i would rather be
the writer on the street
No friends for favors
and no need to compete
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#168
Too turned in to see
too burned out to care
Nothing learned is free
nothing earned is there
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#169
To the quiet one
who stands alone
how waves your sea of mind
If i could see
into brown eyes
what there would i find
To the pretty lady
with the quiet tone
whose face is lined by smile
If i should ask
where your interest lies
would i be out of style?
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#170
What can i write about today?
It seems there is nothing
but i know this is wrong
If only a line
it does not have to be long
What can i write about today?
I look in the paper
there are continuing crimes
There are bums on the street
acquisitioning dimes
What can i write about today?
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#171
Conscientious caution
or inquisition caged in code
our sphere is sans simplicity
we move in mystery mode
Even i am eyed with ‘ware
the Rembrandt of the pen
i am not a wolf in lambskin
though i bear the ignorance of men
And you? to fail common category
and evade type stereo
your eyes, bright crystal panes
shieldless to secrets that you know
Society has been sifted
outcasts gather on its screen
a much more civil stockade method
though still psychologically unclean
The company is less than cordial
here amidst the twisted crowd
for there is fear of variation
its haunting howl is echoed loud
but none-the-matter...
i've wondered off on trackless route
i guess the curse of callous
too eagerly tasting of bitter fruit
And what is yours?
And what is not?
beneath sweet manner
is there sweet thought?
Oh, look at me, intruding stranger
my arrogance has escaped control
bursting forth without invitation
throwing quizzes at your soul
Pardon moi, mon jeune fille belle
my sight goes far, but manners, well...
ahhh...of the gentleman
i shall start now
in thanx of time
my exit bow
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#172
I have a clock
it does not work
but i keep it still
It is old and white
and gathers dust
upon my window still
But it reminds me
when i look
that time is passing fast
So, its duty
e'er is done
and its worth does last
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#173
Ahhh...
one for the arrogant people
who always - are always - correct
one for the know-it-all bastards
who hardly have any effect
one for the inconsiderate son-of-a-bitches
who try hard to ruin a day
one for the mouths of society
who always have something to say
...
but
do you feel
...
out-scored?
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#174
Radio talk shows
corner cafes
Newsprint is fresh
in so many ways
Eggs over easy
rot gut in a cup
Long before children
and mothers are up
Nicotine sticks
butter on rye
Bagels and cheese
and bacon to fry
The sun will soon rise
and buses begin
Daylight again
over darkness will win
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#175
Every day
is more golden
than the one
that came before
Every friend
is a reason
to learn
to give more
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#176
I have looked in all the corners
and what i need is not in here
I have even checked the attic
musty cobwebs full of fear
I have crept into the cellar
when spears of day invade its black
But when the search is through
i find i am still filled with lack
I have opened my door in offer
i have whispered, i did shout
Now all that remains
is a lonely man...reaching out!
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#177
I have an hour what can i do
sixty long minutes create something new
A letter per second word average of four
three words per line or one or two more
Nine hundred words before break of dawn
if i could add quicker but five minutes are gone
I have fifty-five minutes spare time to write
but there is no picture in mind’s morning sight
Worry i not, though for i have all day
to find for tomorrow an hour’s worth to say
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#178
Yesterday walls
though crumbled
get in the way
Yesterday words
are echoed
into today
Yesterday friends
forgotten
never were there
Yesterday pains
and heartache
teach us to care
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#179
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
muscle cars turn to rust
Grave stones mark lives that were
trends are tripped and turn obscure
People watch while people die
those that remain are left to cry
Still the sun each day does dawn
and memories are carried on
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#180
If you can still see the shadow
a little sun must shine
If you still reach out for friendship
then you have not crossed the line
If you are only stumbling
then you are on your feet
Until the game is over
you can still compete
If your eyes are crying
there is feeling left inside
Do not turn to run away
there is no need to hide
If the world has not crumbled
then there are chances yet
Remember why you were trying
but this time do not forget
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#181
Cash and carry slithers out of style
People shopping with a plastic smile
Common credit in computer file
No more aspirin, carry powder vial
Relax at home to v. c. r.
Ride the strip in a digital car
Old-fashion frames with dark lens view
mini skirt and mini tops too
Eighties concept, contraceptive guard
Screw 'em all and screw 'em hard
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#182
See the crazed beasts lurching
a fast funneled stampede
their souls, inside are screaming
pushing for higher speed
Hear their howls of anger
above the rushing roar
know not where they are going
or what they are pushing for
Smell their foul breathing
feel their tremored beat
staining their perspiration
against the summer's heat
See one lose its footing
be pushed aside to die
our modern super highway
its cars just streaming by
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#183
If you can imagine
the light of day
the night
is almost
through!
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#184
Mom and Dad
it has been too long
i do care
and it was wrong
to let it go so far
Call it pride
it's the biggest part
but within the cold
there's a quivering heart
that's been wishing on a star
Well, the star is close
though it took me years
and i'm on the verge
of shaking childhood fears
the way was hard, but mine
You were there to help
in your own good way
i did not listen
now it is today
will you be there when i shine?
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#185
The silos sit in silent echo
'garded by merely man
They hum their funeral fascination
listen if you can
City hall has leaded basement
we look and let it go
Should one hit, the doors will close
a few will hoard its stow
Hear them talk, make your jokes
your heart's fingers cross
one angry man
one button pushed
the Earth the only loss
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#186
I realize we are over
and not with delight
i wander many evenings
just not feeling right
I miss the smiles, then seldom
and see you busy now
i wonder what it was you needed
that i knew not how
I am happy for your bliss
and pray it will remain
that each new dawn
will bring again some gain
I hope you find
someone new
with what you need
in all you do
When at last you are ready
i am sure you will
i just cannot see him now
my heart is fragile still
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#187
Money does not buy happiness
but poverty provokes pain
Alone in the city night
the soul can feel the rain
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#188
All the planning's work is done
on this, our wedding night
Our love at last is witnessed
and your beauty is so bright
The limelight now has dwindled
it is just you and i
With the memories of laughter
and mothers who must cry
The four years of foundation
base the beginning of our home
Our castle of comfort
no matter where we roam
I, in the comfort of this start
think back to storms of past
To separations seemed in need
fearing we would not last
I want you to know
that still you are free
To do the things you wish
and be what you must be
Your independence is not taken
only what you wish to share
Know, while you struggle for success
you can count on me to care
And whenever family comes
and the strain gets too much
Always you can turn to me
find the tenderness of touch
Years can come too quick and hard
but know my love is sure
When troubles cause our wills to cool
know that our love can soar
But most of all, pretty lady
i want you to know
That i take you with me in my mind
no matter where i go
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#189
3 a. m. and summer humid
i wake up with my pen
It cries its tears of blue
and asks me where i've been
I tell it i've been wandering
roads of passionless cold
That the magic has worn thin
and it's kisses are so old
It asks me if my felt tip
still holds its sensuous swirl
Or if maybe i am looking
for what i must find in a girl
I say, girls are young and restless
they don't last very long
But a woman's arms around me
and soon i do not belong
It says, maybe it's you unstable
maybe you always will be
But let me dance on a piece of paper
and you can live through me
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#190
People look and laugh
they get me laughing back
then the lonely writer
has a reality attack
He sees what must be seen
and hears what must be heard
and slowly on to page
his confusion is deferred
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#191
Why does the writer write?
the answer is not clear
Looking to get it right?
all those things dear
The glory of completed script
the final sigh
Looking to answer questions?
of how or why
The thrill of adventure
never met
thought collaged in journal?
people forget
The calling of a spirit?
words are unheard
The releasing of angers?
reality deferred
The greed for such riches?
all die broke
The frustration of art?
creative yolk
Why does the writer write?
i may never know
I just watch my mind and pen fight
as the pages go...
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#192
See the sad endings
see the sorry starts
see the poor people
playing purple parts
See the Negress washing
school tiled floors
see bearded lobstermen
smoking on the shores
See the barefoot mothers
doing diapers in the flush
see the eldest daughter
at the prom in blush
See the suited businessmen
briefcases in hand
see the long haired hippy freaks
bouncing in the band
See the sports car driver
beautiful blonds and VD
see the afro-invasion
fighting for more than free
See the man in the Whitehouse
buttons within grasp
see the old man in the trench coat
listen to him rasp
See the new friendship
stabbing backs with joy
see the old lady on the stands
testify against a boy
See the girl in the city
sucking stench for folded bills
see the lonely leather jackets
swinging knives for thrills
See the home for the aging
suffering in neglect
see the seamstress hobbled over
to fine dress the elect
See the hills of Beverly
screen projected A. I. D. S.
see the snobby bachelorette
taking bids on promenades
See the sick fathers
devirginize their young
see the pretty prostitutes
wading deep in dung
See the acid clouds
spitting into streams
see the worshipped warheads
threatening to kill dreams
See the mighty Bear
grabbing all it can
See the elegant Eagle
lobbying to ban
See the cross of Jesus
shadowed on the hill
see Him in His heaven
He is bleeding still!
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#193
See the gull
its feathers muddied
clamshell dropped
from bright blue sky
Smell the salt
the air is ocean
sun burned sands
young feet to fry
Hear the waves
they crash extincted
live the ships
cursing winds and ruddered mast
Love the summer
kisses gold and bronze
embrace her now
she dies so fast
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#194
The child's base
is shaken, cracked and crumbling
yet the child remains
There is still
though grown and bearded
child blood in the veins
Tears fall dry
because men do not cry
yet haunt the pains
The gray old man
in senile surveillance
views childhood stains
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#195
Late night dawn, i am not ready
i have no home to go
No warm bed, though there is a woman
in years i try to know
I am lost, amid a world
the child so eager dived
Now reaching, empty hand
needing to be revived
Pain has come, the friend in need
to take me in its hold
To fill me, with its dark
and never ending cold
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#196
Look at all the people
knowing they will grow old
almost as in a dream
their story has been told
Well, i have no screen before me
gray at seventeen
less than a quarter century
so many lifetimes i have seen
The chances that were given
i have a diary of mars
and limits so abused
that could have been the stars
I see impatient stammer
thrown with untrained tongue
and wishes for age
granted now so young
Now shaky hand and spine
scrolling what i can
in frustrated desperation
struggling for the man
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#197
I sit shaded
in a sunny park
by the statue of a man
I am not living
in a castle yet
but know someday i can
I feel May breeze
under hazen sky
and the heat of summer cries
The birds play tag
from tree to tree
while i live them with my eyes
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#198
Half a century later
i gasp in mourn for you
As i read your woven word
for i am a weaver too
In black and white, your color
is sharper than in life
And the blade of your pen
cuts so much deeper than a knife
If it was truth you sought
then i feel you found its lode
And here i sit in awe
at its conveyance and the mode
Only am i sorry
i have so little of you to hold
and you in ancient days
so little time to be bold
I feel a bigger reason
for your removal than simple fate
all that is left, Thomas Wolfe
is to say, Thank you
, far too late
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#199
Let us ponder cause and effect
the roots of every situation
So that we may not misdirect
understanding every revelation
Let us not be misled
in thinking all by rule
Let us study all we are fed
using logic as a tool
Realize at last the diversity
that one word has on every ear
Exposed in each complexity
the lost soul is very near
As a parent to each child
must act a different way
Those we meet are different styled
so should what we say
You are the cause to those you preach
effect them not astray
Listen first before you teach
so mold the base you lay
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#200
The waves of trickling stream
symbols in the distance
against the violins of feathered friends
Wild bird seeded flowers
like paint pedaled canvas
swords of untame roses the pretty picture rends
The mints and olive moss
on the dark side
reflect light, green on green
Last year's trodden leaves
become Earth
hibernating creatures no longer growing lean
The warm sun warming
and mothers winged
can let nature warm their young
Cubs uncaved
like kittens leap
are scent hungered by odors of berries brung
Father frogs, lily lazy
croak their songs
to tadpoles still in egg
And bee drones
hardly moving
for fertile queen do beg
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#201
It silently sits there
pointing out direction
So swiftly stalking
the same's affection
Weary when it is shattered
only for a moment’s time
Until it finds, hesitantly
that it still can climb
Then again
only too soon
i feel
its screeching scream
AHHH...
i’m bleeding from the heart
i’m seeking another start
AHHH...
it hurts
i hurt
i cry
AAHHHH!
i would never exchange
my ever bleeding heart!
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#202
Each day you serve me
a man off the street
Each day you watch
while pen and page compete
But never did you know
the depth of my line
Never experienced
this lost art of mime
I, lost in frustration
never thought to write
To you, my always waitress
in my caffeinated plight
The poem is for the coffee
the flower for your smile
And ancient friendshipisms
on modern planes of tile
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#203
Such a pretty face
to wear a frown
Tell me, has your sun
this soon gone down
The day is young
life’s clock ticks on
And all too soon
the chance is gone
To find the joy
at finger tips
To set a smile
on subtle lips
Such a pretty face
to wear a frown
When it should be lace
and crystal crown
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#204
The cover-read dwellers
of the human hive
Often uneffecting
yet so much alive
Growing, with times
fear regarded
Meeting courtesy crimes
and hard hearted
'Ware of the 'warer
and 'warer still
A sorrowful shame
such friendships kill
But i
am willing to risk
any danger
To keep strong
my faith
in the stranger!
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#205
I have a flower
but i walk alone
' could have been for love
that is not shown
So i seek a stranger
in a maze of concrete tile
ready to exchange this treasure
for a soft and warming smile
Hunger herded humans
swarm in metal hives
while somewhere hidden sacred
innocence still thrives
I have a flower
its scent is so fine
but its duty remains idle
as long as it is mine
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#206
Poets past
faded fast
evolution kills
Modern line
dime store wine
anybody's thrills
Wasted page
purple rage
Shakespearean crime
Ah! Macbeth
we've seen the death
of rhythm and rhyme
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#207
Remember the cradle
rocking gently
and mother sitting there
softly singing lullabies
Remember the bottle
with warm milk
how they rushed it
to the call of your cries
Remember your first pair
of walking shoes
and how Daddy waited
for them to get worn
Remember the echo
of promises
and the never lets
that were urgent sworn
Remember one day
at the school house
the big teacher in glasses
giggling with a stick
Remember the pre-peer
snickering
can you finally now
and not be fearful sick
Remember the old red wagon
faded to rust
and the big blue two wheeler
how the trade was fair
Remember that horrid hill
on the rough road
the scrapes, scratches and burns
and your aunt who was there
Remember that year
when Santa died
how the cut was deep
but the world was still gold
Remember waiting impatiently
for fancy freedom
when a score and four
was what you called old
Remember the boy
in the mirror
now he has a beard
and thinks he is a man
Remember the unreal dreams
and innocent
well bring them back
and keep all those you can!
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#208
Sunny Sunday
walking wheels
eight months old
full of feels
Two dozen blocks
a journey long
soft May wind
big world song
Sugared coffee
donut hole
arrogant embers
innocent soul
Sneaker patter
and swinging feet
father and daughter
on the city street
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#209
The sun is shining
on marriage morn
and once again
my feelings torn
I wish, of course
the best, my dear
the slip away
is what i fear
Little sister
once only mine
in her vowed joy
must draw the line
Sibling love is special
and little sibling pride
i ask only this
not that you side
In your home
that you will write
and think of me
when mood is right
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#210
I have some papers
they are written on
just a few things
that i want to say
Do you think the world
could take care of them
or should i just
throw them away?
Is it worth the effort
it takes to try
Is it worth the pain
that makes me cry?
I have some papers
they are written on
just a few things
that i want to say
Do you think the world
can take care of them
or should i just
throw them away?
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#211
I see poets' publications
i find i must make my own
beyond beginner’s chance
i have evolved unknown
Now that i am ready
there is no lighted stage
i live life my own way
why not the same with page
I have so far found it easy
why now should i strain
let 'their' advice go airy
ignorance again in vain
No one is of the schooling
to edit words i write
no other eyes can compromise
the boundaries of my sight
I have a fan worth efforts
and myself, if just, to read
as long as there is hunger
there is reason to feed
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#212
Each new day
the world unwinds
like the sacred scroll of time
Each new hour
life's bell does ring
its love enchanted chime
Each new one
along my way
comes to find their throne
Each new heart
which reaches out
has past pains of its own
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#213
The poetry man
so here i have been called
from an innocent
bubbling with youth and pride
are not we all?
Here where drugs are offered
in night where drunks have falled
where strangers debate
and push and pull and ride
your empty chair
here was created
Nightmares
night
also here was slated
This my office
of many i assume
where dry days
become night and i resume
Here the watch writer
watches and sees and saws
where the city
in silence
opens its claws
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#214
Parent to parent
person to person
eye to eye
Thought to word
word to thought
curious pry
Mind to mind
waves of wonder
seconds splash
Stranger to stranger
polite reply
beings crash
Smoking sticks
coffee lift
deepened spheres
Silly smiles
effort answers
caution clears
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#215
Coffee brandy calm
and the jukebox jam
Pretty pen pictures
late night afternoon
Passion's sweaty palm
stranger's sweet lamb
Memories' many fixtures
slipping by so soon
Brown eyes blue
blue eyes green
Green eyes saying
it ought to be mine
Loves are few
the heart grows lean
Pretty princess playing
kings and queens that dine
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