Category: Poem
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Tired Eyes
My eyeballs are heavy Like lead bullets, they get me In the early evening, my eyelids come down like curtains Of this I’m certain: soon I’ll be dreaming This brain never stops The eyes, an extension of my brain Even during closing hours there is pain Evening is a sunset, a dropping curtain, a closing…
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Scissors
I can’t stay away How they shine, those scissors More dazzling than glitter To leave the last year on the floor To feel less weighty, the goal, for sure To shave a few minutes off a half marathon Like the setting sun, soon I’ll be gone My clothes are someone else’s My home, too, I’m…
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Behind the Mic
I’ll be there Whatever you like, I’ll wear I’ll stand right behind you as you stand behind the mic I’ll be quick to cheer after all your promises My nails will even be painted red This time around, you won’t bomb this Oh, the many things you’ve said Will my sign fluff your ego What…
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The Memo
I always loved your handwriting But this time seeing it there hit me like lightning In my old bedroom where I spent my first 23 years Those black, neat, cursive letters were drawing tears The papers stuck out of my old red chemistry binder All those equations just another reminder that everything changes On the…
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Autumn
What is it about the crinkling leaves The air that’s finally cool The colors above that hold my eyes Red, yellow, brown – a kaleidoscope, a symphony My Golden retriever’s coat is disguised The sidewalk is overrun The wind, the colors, the crinkling – takes us to the trail for some fun Pale blue sky…
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The Internet Salesman
I could spot him from across the lawn A little too peppy Baseball cap, reflective vest on I regretfully made eye contact He was coming next to get me I was just hanging out in the front yard with my dog, trying to relax His neon orange vest stood on the other side of my…
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The Balance Beam
Life is a balance beam I am no gymnast But I’ve learned that the race, the fight, isn’t always to the fittest That things are seldom ever what they seem Fulfillment isn’t in being stuffed Loneliness is too rough But too many friends can lead to ruin The love of money is a root of…
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Old Friend
We haven’t seen each other in some time 10 months – to be exact For 20 years now our friendship has been intact I can’t wait to ask you about all your hopes and dreams We have a lot of catching up to do I don’t think two nights will do One in Richmond We…
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Mid-Life
At 35 ½ I found myself in a midlife crisis 6 months later I’ve started to see how nice this is I refuse to be another victim A brainless gerbil on a spinning wheel A pawn in a broken system So I check in often to see how I feel That feeling of another day,…
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My Cocktail
Some people like a gummy or a drink in the evening A little something on board to help when it comes to sleeping I often shake my head in disapproval A hot bath, an almond-croissant scented candle, and a novel To me is so much better than any bottle A simple wind-down routine is beautiful…
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