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Momma's Eyes

Momma's Eyes

Time wanes in momma’s eyes
Ticking closer to a demise
Callow memories in a heart
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Dream vs nightmare

Am I dreaming you came back or Is it real
Am I really seeing you and your minions ANE stood with you...

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Yea, I Admit Being A Little...

Yea, I Admit Being A Little Uptight...

Yet,...this baby boomer surrenders
since many an elapsed yesternight
to inevitable (albeit...

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Middle of Three

Middle of Three

Feel the gears, every moving wheel
As I try to find an explanation for what I feel
Layer...

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A Calendar year❤️

A Calendar year❤️

January’s chill is winter’s wail
Arctic winds welt icy hail
Stormy North East gales do blow...

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Can You Find The Rascal Mind?

Can You Find The Rascal Mind?

My mind is king; I thought it is everything!

It makes me blink; it makes me think
It gives...

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I am not I. Who am I?

I am not I. Who am I?

I am not who I am!
I have a body, but am I the body?
I have a mind, but am I the mind?...

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Naked among wolves

Naked among wolves

The eerie gallow awaits
though the hoardes can't see
the folly of their crusade
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Industrial Revolution

Industrial Revolution

While the advancement were being made in the 18th and 19th centuries,
The life was getting better...

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Homeless

Homeless

Homeless is my name
I sleep in shame.
I lost it all in a blink of an eye,
all I do is...

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Life

Life

Life is a mystery ‑ We can’t track its history
It may seem to start at birth and seem to end at...

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A Cosmic Drama

A Cosmic Drama

Nothing is real; it's a Cosmic Drama
We are just actors; we come and we go
There will be...

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Pretentious Poets

Pretentious  Poets

Pretentious Poets leave me dry
With Shakespearean words they love to try
21st Century sonnet...

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I asked to survey '...

I asked to survey 'Test greetings'

Psychologists say, yes!
It is 21st-century lessons
We live in a living environment, test in...

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First day recall

First day recall

You too have thought; I will do these
I too think
Routine
A daily wish

To her...

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The last Sunday of the Year

The last Sunday of the Year

The last Sunday of the Year
Dawned misty and grey
Not a drop of Sun
Not a single ray...