Weekend Packing

Weekend packing,
Just what's lacking?

Always something,
That I'm forgetting.

Once again through the list,
Maybe spot what I've missed.

And off we go down the road,
The packing story all told.

All that we've got,
And all that we lack.
Must last the weekend,
And bring us back.

Couldn’t help but put this up.  As I was packing this morning, it ran through my head, and then of course, I forgot most of it.  I think that it all came back in the end though.

Hopefully I didn’t forget anything too important!

 

First Nice Day, Stuck at Work (Time to Play)

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The sun is finally out,
But not me, I'm in.
Can't be sure,
But this may be a sin.

Oh, the pull of a sun-soaked day,
Fighting the urge to go out to play.

Somehow, someway,
It doesn't seem fair.
Somehow I doubt,
The bosses really care.

And so we sit and waste away,
While counting down 'til it's time to play.

 

Along the Paseo

Won't you sit with me,
On the patio.
Perhaps we could walk,
Along the paseo.

Either way,
It would be nice to talk.
Small or large,
I'll be sure not to balk.

Stop along and smell the flowers,
Sitting 'neath tall trees.
Listening to beautiful music,
Of the chirping chick-a-dees.

Won't you walk with me?
Talk with me?
Be with me?

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Lying in the Tall Grass

Out for a run,

Playing in the sun.

Fleeing the past,

Lying in the Tall grass.

Search the Sky

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And when I cry,
And search the sky,
And want to die,
I don't know why.

Can't you help,
Oh, don't you know?
I don't belong,
There above or here below.

Stuck right here,
The middle it seems.
Where they go,
To die, the dreams.

So, lonely is as lonely does,
Living life, just because.

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Writer/Fighter

Stay a Dreamer,
And a Schemer.
For a Writer,
Is a Fighter.

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Time Wasted?

Sun hot,
Day bright.
Something's not,
Quite right.

Sitting here,
drinking beer.
Time wasted,
Never fear.

For time,
Not wasted.
Might mean beer,
Never tasted.

Perhaps not time best used,
But the need of a mind abused.

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Can’t You Help?

When I look inside,
What do I see?
No place to hide,
Just me.

Look at me,
I am hidden.
You can't see,
The parts forbidden.

What is Real,
What is not?
How to feel,
About my thought.

Can't you see through it all,
Can't you help, lest I fall?

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Rain on the Roof

Sheets of rain,
Across the roof.
Hoping that,
It's waterproof.

For being wet,
I don't mind.
But in the proper,
Place and time.

Not in bed,
Middle of night.
Drips of head,
Waking fright.

For all things,
A season.
For that though,
No reason.

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#BadPoetryThursday – Against the Wind

Against the Wind

The winds of Time?
They forever blow.
And so…
We run against the Wind.


Not my normal #BadPoetryThursday, but perhaps just as bad.  This is a small bit of free verse that came to me the other day while I was out on a bike ride, and it, unlike most thoughts I have while out running or biking, stuck with me.

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