Tag: Poetry

#FridayFictioneers – A Day for Poems

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“How miserable is this weather,” Raul moaned.

“Oh no,” April said. “This is the perfect day to stay in and… I don’t know, write some poems.”

“Poems? No thanks. Never been able to figure them out.”

“That’s because you never really tried.”

Raul slumped down in the couch cushions. “Did too. The words just don’t fit together.”

“You’re overthinking. How’s this:

"The rain today,
Is here to stay,
Time to write,
Since I can"t go play...

“Ugh! Maybe you’re right. That’s no good”

“No, I liked it.” Raul sat up and stared into the rain. “Lemme try… Okay, here goes…”

WC: 100

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#WeekendCoffeeShare 2019-02-08

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If we were having coffee, we would be sitting here in the near dark with naught but the light of the computer screen and lava lamp. Willie Nelson is playing all his greatest hits for us, and there is a fresh pot of coffee just in the kitchen there. Won’t you help yourself to a cup or maybe a bit of tea if you would rather?

It’s been a pretty good week as writing goes. Work was a bit slower, the weather was a lot better, and on the whole, I had some time and energy at the end of most days to devote to it. Not always a lot of time, but I like to get a little done everyday if possible.

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Weekend Packing

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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

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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

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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

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

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Time Wasted?

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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?

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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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