I forgot

I flew then forgot why
I loved for the sake of loving
I gave for the sake of giving
I live for the gift god gave me

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Visiting poets

I am inspired and smile
By thoughts and life.

My words and my life are my style
Your style and your words make me smile. Pup

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Be a poet

we know when a rhyme
comes just in time

So give me the time
to flow with your time

lest you know best
the rest is but a test

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Was I lost?

Never see the end of the road
The overload is the pavement

Fry a toad on the road
To your life of surf behavement

Never give up on your silly quest
My worst nights
My just be your best.

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low we sink into thought
yet we let it be caught

In a cage full of rage
In the mind op a sage

let me lick my wounds
As I wander and I swoon

Love is a sponge
Plugging up the toilet of my life.

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White Rabbits

I hopped around my whole life
Made a white rabbit my lovely wife to be.

Her tail was cottony soft
My tale was a lie so you see,

That hoppy women go on with their life
But men like myself are still free.

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Counting Mile Markers

This poem is about sixty
Just when I thought I could'nt drive fifty-five.
But is'nt it nifty
Still cruising along and alive.
Looking for road
In high gear.
My heart is set and is sold
On life and love with no fear.

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Love My Left Hand

Hold my right
Kiss my thoughts with all your might

Follow me down Left hand lane
flightless grief will relieve my posture

right is might left is position
We spank what the left is afraid of

And we love what is right.

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So cold

Mess with the time
stopped on a dime

Roll with the flow
As they go in our soul

In our skin and our sin
A measure akin to life

A tear for my wife
A merit for her life

flowers of her memories
And memories of her scent.

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The Boss

Manage this poem
My boss wears the pants

Her idea of fun
Are many infants

Then she held me hostage and twisted my mind
I just went crazy and could not unwind

So I climbed up a stupid tree
And dropped that fig leaf off.

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