Here We Go Again

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Here We Go Again

Pity

(pretty please)

this poor, pathetic boy

who (yet again)

cries “wolf!”

and alligator tears.

His fears,

somewhat abstract,

(some fanciful, some fact),

it’s clear what they’re about,

but my compassion’s

plumb wore out.

PSC / 2019-Apr

Conjurer’s In(can’t)ation - PAD Day 15

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Conjurer’s In(can’t)ation

Just once

in your

melancholy life

I yearn

for you to have

a truly good day

where ‘good’ is defined,

prescribed by a plethora

of pleasant events –

colored by pure joy

(and not solely

the mere absence

of misery.)

You should know

this ephemeral magic

(at least once)before you die.

And then,

again 

and again.

PSC / 2017-Apr

  My offering for Day 15 of Robert Lee Brewer's Poem-a-Day (PAD).

Assignment: a One Time poem

 

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So Little Time - PAD Day 9

So Little Time

In the final analysis,

the one thing

we share:

we all want

more

PSC / 2017-Apr

 

 My offering for Day 9 of Robert Lee Brewer's Poem-a-Day (PAD).

Assignment: "So (blank)"

 

Discovering - PAD Day 7

 My offering for Day 7 of Robert Lee Brewer's Poem-a-Day (PAD).

Assignment: a discovery poem

Helium Hearts - PAD Day 5

My offering for Day 5 of Robert Lee Brewer's Poem-a-Day (PAD).
Assignment: title must include an element from the periodic table

The Lingo of Love - PAD Day 3

The Lingo of Love

The language of love

isn’t always passionate,

isn’t always pretty

roses and posies;

but when it’s one

(without the other)

Love can turn pretty

ugly

in a heartbeat

words degrading

to desperate deeds.

I love(d) my husband

(wife, daughter, son,

nephew, friend)

but

 (there’s always a but)

he (she) said

(didn’t, wanted, needed)

and sooner or later

in the end

someone winds up hurt

(or missing or dead.)

We can’t ignore or overlook:

I love my job, (my school,

my boss, my teacher, my   

neighbor) – the headlines

are littered with these; and

please,

pay particular attention,

when someone says

(with a passion that’s odd)

I love (my) country,

I love (my) god.

PSC / 2017-Apr

My offering for Day 3 of Robert Lee Brewer's Poem-a-Day (PAD).
Assignment: "(blank) of Love: 

Before Social Media

Before Social Media

, I never knew

this angry you

(that screams)

inside your head.

Assumed instead

your thoughts

and mine in sync.

Rather, it seems,

we’re miles apart –

disparate halves

of wholly distant

hearts.

PSC / 2017-Jan