Of all the things

that you can lose

there's nothing quite as hard

as the losing of your wallet

cause it contains

your credit cards

stolen identity

leads to futility

there's nothing you can do

now someone

has your number and

someone else is being you.

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I put these out

deliberately

this box of

well worn words

left at the curb

of this page

to be picked through

by passers-by  

sort through them

at your leisure

see if there is anything

that might fit your needs

a cardboard box

of random words

that could be

refurbished or repaired

maybe someone

could make a poem

the s...

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Old dead tree

sticking its head out

above the rest

an old balding man

weathered and worn

bark-less and gray

dead from age

and lightening strikes

it now looms over the woods

a statue without arms

a ghostly figure

seen from afar

it speaks of

what it has been through

saying do not forget me

I gave you shade

I gave you comfort

above all

I gave...

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Kite in the wires

tangled on a telephone pole

ragged red white and blue

busted and broken

splintered in space

holy flag

slowly fading

flapping in the wind

waving goodbye

reminding us

we were all once kids

and all once

kites.

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The man I spoke to

could not speak English very well

plus I had trouble hearing him

his words were almost whispers

it was like he was scared of the phone

or maybe scared of me

yet here I was

asking him for help

there was no other place to go

yet he picked up my call

and came to my assistance

we do not like it but

that is how the world works now

we call f...

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Teach a man to fish

and he will never be happy again

fish stink

fish are slimy

fish leave blood behind

so leave the fish alone

let them swim in their watery world

in peace and harmony

why put a hook in

when you can just do nothing

stare at the water

drink beer

scratch yourself

and anticipate the

fisherman's platter at Red Lobster.

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Where is it?

I think I saw it

in a box somewhere

or did I put it in a drawer

or room?

or closet?

check the garage

dig through the packing paper

is it in the trash can?

I think I saw it

yesterday

but now I forget where it was

in moving

in these new surroundings

I lose track of things

the mind cannot process it all

I forget where I am

I forget ...

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Have you earned interest
on your life
what is the gain
you need

Are you interested
in owning it
brought forward
to succeed

Will life gain interest
as you age
or only trade
in greed

Have interest in
your fellow beings
the dividend
life brings.
 

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The terrible turmoil
the reluctant parting

feel like we've become
rolling stones

in shuffling our lives
somehow we survive

it certainly sets
a new tone

the bore of unpacking
the chore of extracting

our lives from
what we had known

we struggle with moving
yet things are improving

at last we are in
our new home.

 

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We think of all the memories

attached to this place

the winding road to get here

how it came to be

now in our leaving

we find it hard to let go

we knew it as a place of joy

we look into uncertainty

but life goes on

and places come and go

the place we are going to

begins a new chapter in our lives

so we close the door

and say goodbye

cau...

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This is my last gasp

the last batch of poems

you will receive from me for awhile

We are moving so

we will lose the internet

and all its entrails

until we get reconnected in time and space

In the meantime, if

you have some of my spare poems laying around

with nothing better to do

Put them to work in your head

They will work for free.

...

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I've been working from home

for many many years

it is nothing new to me

and not caused by market conditions

technology or the pandemic

it is caused by a desire to loaf

to goof off

to live a more normal life

like a natural human being

freed from the treadmill

to actually enjoy my Self-

yes working from home

is nothing new to me

it's called Retirement.

...

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Some flowers they are

these Sunflowers

with their giant stalks

as tall as fence posts

they rise up in my flower bed

having come up on their own

even after the brutal Winter freeze

they survived somehow

and are now hardy and strong

reminders of life itself

they project their joy

their resilience

each flower a miniature sun

smiling.

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I like to stay home

more than I like to go out

I am comfortable at home

it is my personal space

and I can putter around in it

undeterred by other people

or their opinions

I can move at my own pace

or not work at all

it is just nice to be at home

where there is peace

no traffic

no mobs or crowds

no conflict

no sir

I am at home at home

more than a...

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I am trying to understand

what the term "reimagine" means

if one imagines

why would you want to re-imagine?

wasn't the first imagination good enough?

now it's the cops that they want to re-imagine

as what?

girly boys?   robots?

and then there are some people

who have no imagination

what do we do about them?

would they borrow some imagination

or buy some on ...

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It is Tuesday,

a mediocre day

in the long week

I have nothing to write

nothing to say

my head is empty

along with my stomach

so instead of writing

I think I will go make

something to eat

then I will be full

not of words

but breakfast

a nice trade-off

will work for food.

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I am nothing

but a grocery guy

a stocker of shelves

a sweeper of floors

a package boy

just a guy who

goes to work everyday

for minimum wage

I showed up for work

during the pandemic

just like normal

everyday routine

and did my best to keep the shelves full

and the customers happy

yet some now want to call me a hero

just for keeping people fed and sa...

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The aroma of fresh bread

baking in the oven

filling the house with goodness

the smell of fresh cut hay

drying in the field

sunshine come to earth

the scent of soap and water

after a long hot shower

so fresh and fragrant and clean

the aroma of a roast in the oven

soaking in its own juices

tempting our senses

making us anxious to eat

the smell of fresh she...

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8 lines or less

s usually bes

when defining  my poetry

my odd verse

is roundly cursed

there's not much there to see

do not be fooled

but be my guest

skip over what you read

there's not much sense

to any of this

yet I've described my poetry.

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This poem's for you

it's why I write

to see what thoughts

I might ignite

I wish I may

I wish I might

create a poem

that will delight

This poem's for you

just my insight

for what it's worth

not always right

Still wish it may

still wish it might

instill a rhyme

into your life.

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I live unassisted

I cook my own food

wash my own car

mow my own yard

I live by my wits

of which some are nit

I do not have someone

come in and clean

or give me medication

or wheel me to the bathroom

I swallow my pills

along with my pride

in saying I wrote this

unassisted

in reply, you may say

I could have used

some assistance.

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Dear Mr. & Mrs. Smith,
it has come to our attention
that excessive Lint has accumulated in your lint vent.
We would not normally mention it but...
as your neighbors we notice that
every time you turn on the dryer, it snows.
Our car is constantly covered with lint
and it won't wash away, even when we go through the car wash.
We must also mention that our cat stays covered with lint.
I...

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He's not as dead

as he predicted

he claimed he was at death's door

yet here he is still breathing

still writing poems

I think he is disappointed

in his current status

he was ready for the grave

he imagined his service

the grieving wife and children

praising him next to his coffin

but he keeps waking up

to more tomorrows

oh well he says

I'll die in goo...

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