Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Mommas
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from the moment
she conceives
mom carries her child
in a way
no one else
could possibly match
something about
that maternal bond
through the years
every day
she will always be mom
like a lion
when need be
she will fight to protect
yet gives love
at the times
children least expect
from this dad’s view
it’s a magical thing
far beyond my ability
to grasp
for what mothers convey
let’s pause on this day
sending love momma’s way
mom means the most
to those she gave birth
there is no formula to measure
how much that is worth
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Chances
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looking back
through years of chances
meaningless
missed chances
to choose
a different response
than the one
that determined an outcome
like an artist
creating a view
laughing tearfully
causing a sigh
pausing to realize
the vision
keeps fading in and out
blurring
evading capture
circling
beyond the lines
waiting
patiently
in queue
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Living
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in case
you missed
what happened next
the moral
of the story
take a breath
no, really
take that breath
pausing
just one moment
to catch yourself
living
your adventure
yeah, no lie
it helps to laugh
right through the tears
hanging your hat on
what grinds your gears
look back a bit
at some past lesson
from time gone by
when ships came in
or the other time
you missed that boat
and ask yourself
is there a question
you could ask
that would tell yourself
you already know
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Sinking
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sinking
and swimming
are the same
when inevitability sails by
to prove
for better and worse
happen at the same time
framed
in the every day
breathing
without thought
chasing imagined realities
that glow invisibly
at no extra cost
begging every question
no one can ask
when desperation demands
an answer
for something
that doesn’t exist
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Look
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is it true
or do we assume
truth happens
only when
we need to hear it
the rest
is illusory
allegory
a vague story
told as a tale
. tall
beneath urges
longings
daylight dreams
happening in real time
filled with love
laughter
and a feeling
that lingers just out of frame
begging to be viewed
but invisible
if you look
directly
into its eyes
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Relative Something 