One man’s sunset is another man’s sunrise. Twenty four, three hundred and sixty five. Countless spinns, on and on. We are but a blink in eternity.
Carpe diem, ha de Gött!
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Going West
Archive for ‘Poetry’
Billy
Billy was a country boy had a used up tractor for a toy oblivious of come what may with a luscious girl in the hay life like river twist and turn ramifications of that yearn now Billy Junior factor plays with used up tractor
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Dedicated to Hobbo, ha de Gött!
Imposter
I envy the ones that never seem to suffer the imposter syndrome walks tall, head held high confident clapping steps in smart suit corridors slips away unruffled casually brushing off dandruff shoulders hands never seen shoulder deep in cookie jars the real imposters
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The one that got away
Memories, of could have been if just alone in that scene giggling friend intervene across crowded train, eyes flirting butterfly stomach, holiday fling in the heart, a little sting last dance so close, so tight but separate ways in the night bitter sweet could this been right tongue stuck, nothing to say growing distance in the sandy bay the one that got away
Nothing compares to my wife, ha de Gött!
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Light
Evening sun reflecting full spectra of white light. Magenta, Green, Cyan. Shadows fading all the way into black.
An eternal swirling dance by sun and earth at the ballroom of universe. We’re along for the spinn, only hoping to catch those golden moments.
Like dancers fixing the gaze on something still. A snapshot of that exact moment. Keeps us from spinning off, fall over and puke.
Snapshot your life to feel alive, ha de Gött
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Six pack
Cardboard wrapped arrived this thing long smooth neck and six string locked in ruffed up shed frantically played till fingers bleed pays off with the coolest riff rockin' hard like a giant cliff friends with drum and base life went off to another phase greasy agent, giant record deal life on a roll, that was the feel playin' hard, no gentle song nothing, could really go wrong caricature like a bad cartoon acting out like loon sex and drugs and wrecking room heading fast to his doom tucked away in rehab made comeback like Ahab
Rock on, ha de Gött!
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Shave
Once so silky and smooth
soft as mothers caress
pinched by lady in blue hair
As voice got dark
nature made its remark
a sandpaper like texture
This ancestors heritage
I wish I could escape
these cheeks like an ape
I know it’s not a big thing but I really hate shaving, ha de Gött!
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Corridors
Shadow and light, as life
to the end relentless, tick, tramp
contrast existence, good and bad
Seek the light, walk fearless
is the end dark and nothingness
let light guide you to the door
knock and walk right in
Good and bad times in life, only wish good times lasted a bit longer, ha de Gött!
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The slip
Slip of the tongue
a comment landing wrong
wish I could control my
slippery slope of a tongue
a pun went sour
excuses for an hour
wish I could control my
slippery slope of a tongue
a frog left my mouth
now I’m heading south
wish I could control my
slippery slope of a tongue
Better to think before you talk, ha de Gött!
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Driftwood
Driftwood on the sea of life
floating with currents and winds
ups and downs cycling waves
now let me rest on the beach
reflect before next storm
Planning is everything, plans are useless. Ha de Gött!
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