Traffic snaking through the canyon, a very slow pace. Passing the results of a fateful race. Ghoulish observers, straining there necks. Catching a glimpse of the hideous wreck. Bodies and car parts strewn about. Heads at windows, checking it out…….An innocent family, torn apart…..
Tag: Poetry
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alone in the rain….look of disdain….chirping don’t tease…sunflower seeds……Please….
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Tired of acting tough, knowing the score. Can’t play this game anymore. Beaten down, worn out. The pretending has me full of doubt. I deserve an Oscar for this act. Maybe an Emmy, matter of fact. Quite a show, on every night…..reruns are a special delight…….
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stack the firewood, way up high….in the garage, it’ll stay dry…..Ezra’s helping, wondering why…..
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Hilarious truth, benevolent youth. Cheerful charade, revealing parade. Exposing it all, explaining the way. Enjoying life, avoiding strife. Smiling crazily, sauntering lazily. Problems forgotten, troubles behind. In the moment, with peace of mind….
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I thought you were different, how I was wrong. Exactly the same as the first one I found. Pretending kindness, giving in haste. Hiding behind a mask of disgrace. Exposure will come. Truth will be told. Some beautiful things are wrapped up in cold…..
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Take you’re medicine. Swallow it down. Do it quick, remove your frown. A pill for this, a tablet for that. Try this syrup, it acts really fast. Whatever ails you, wherever you hurt. We have the remedy, we have the cure….
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Loudly shouting, arms flailing about. Yelling at me. It’ll take those stains out. Removing them permanently. Trust me, you’ll see. Spewed every morning on public TV……..
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Cooking the coffee, baking the bread. Lovely aromas surrounding my head. Morning senses, coming alive. Prodding me, urgently, wake up. Time to rise sleepy head. Go on, get up, crawl out of bed……
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Flying sideways, under trees. Climbing upwards, in the breeze. Shifting this way, then that. Not your average house cat. Standing proud, absent fear. He’s in charge, it’s quite clear. Through the foliage, under limbs. Carousing around. It must be him…..
Escape Reality 