Tag Archives: Time

THIS GUY AT MY SIDE

I am so glad I have this guy on my, at my side. Yeah, sometimes he bugs me so, so much– I just go nuts! And even though at times I want to make myself quite scarce, I never really … Continue reading

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THE BLUES OF BEEPS AND BELLS

Beeps and bells, beeps and bells. . . They sound and ring, unforgiving, saying, “You’ve no more time to do this thing!” Against yourself it is a crime to saunter past the limit line, and fail to heed the plaintiff … Continue reading

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LIFE CAN’T BE TRAPPED IN A BOTTLE

Sometimes it needs to be said (or at least thought) that life can’t be trapped in a bottle and kept for admiring, like those little ships people build, that will stay ever there to fuel dreams and egos in deep … Continue reading

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I AM ME

I am me. The only person I can be. That is OK– I’m really meant to be exactly as I am– yes, just this way. This is now. In the past, there was a “then,” I grow bits different every … Continue reading

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JUNE FIREWORKS SOUND

Fireworks sound warm fog air veils the stars. . . Modest the length of the near-solstice night, when measured in hours. . . Then, like Ben Franklin, the June sun is early to rise at its dawn, and then arcs … Continue reading

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LIFE SWALLOWED WHOLE

Best not to go hasty and gulp things whole. . . No rest. . . No flow, when you’re tempted and think tasty to scarf stuff down and attempt like so, to learn, get done, produce, create, or nurture, to … Continue reading

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BENT UNDER THE MORNING STAR

Bent and bent and bent in pain, despair. . . And very nearly broken. The time is given but, knowing not how good nor how much, it feels more lent, like an expiring subway token. The dreamers. . . Wonders … Continue reading

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