Thank you to Editor Sand Pilarski of Piker Press for publishing my poem today.

                                                                   

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She thinks she’s one of the piquants,
but in reality,
she’s just a tenderfoot at wit,
always mining for pageantry and ballyhoo.
She’s a self-proclaimed hotdog of the educated,
with more than a drip of the fatuous and silly.

In her own mind,
she’s no caboodle of careless shenanigans,
she’s a collage of impressive handwoven 
and tangled farces.

More’s the pity 
that this ignorant dingbat,
continuously manifests a wince in the rest of us.

 

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Thoughts Pondered In This Book:

The bravery of mapping your dreams in defiance of taking breaths of poisoned air.

The spirit to stand free countering the disquietude of constriction.

The valor of repurposing your life to keep your dreams from fading.

The courage to sweep out old concerns using a new broom.

A resolve for continued new learning standing against the pins and needles of ignorance.

The pages of our lives, standing the test of time, even though silver steel may tarnish.

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Thank you very much to Editor Barbara Leonhard for publishing my poem today.

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Photo by Brett Sayles

Two Different Versions

Why is it always so beautiful,

the day after?

Soft, dreamy blue skies,

wispy clouds that linger,

but do not cover the sun,

long grass greener than something

perfected in the Emerald City?

Why is it always so ugly,

the day after?

Harsh azure overhead

that burns the eyes,

grass that feels like sharp glass on bare feet,

clouds that look like they 

could choke you with their coils.

People passing by with happy demeanors

that give you hope that one day you will again

be one of them,

if just given time.

People passing by with smiles and laughter 

that seems arrogant and mocking.

Do they not know 

what has happened to you?

AC-DC, high and low,

I’m okay, I’m not okay,

I’m okay, I’m not okay,

I’m okay,

I’m not okay.

 

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There’s much to be experienced in a year’s time; much to be thought, much to be learned and taught, much to be felt, much to be imagined, and much to be remembered.

Our bodies work as systems that store thoughts, emotions, and dreams. And, as a result, we fear the insurmountable, celebrate triumphs, cherish memories of good times, and dislike the unpleasant.

This is my stroll through one great 365. It is a diary of sorts; of ideas, sentiments, and fancies.

And, although within these pages are the images of only one writer, each reader will find relatable notions to examine within their own physiology.