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Trumpbiden 2020

There was this time
With a younger face
And in a better place
I loved all the right stars
Trolled all the best bars
But you have left the scene
And so I lonely keen
Alone I grace the dawn
As a back spasm allows
And search for smarter cows
With no reason to lurk behind
Trying always to be kind
And the road goes on
While I linger in the time share
As if I should care
A president elected next week
They’re all such freak
Make a life for better horizons
Give me a hundred reasons
To listen to the heads on tv
Ought to be like me
65 and so totally alone
No longer rings a phone
A text for you to ponder
Its not getting better and over yonder
Turn to stone

Fare-Thee-Well Our Lovely

Fare-thee-well too lovely
May the winds carry you to kinder shores
Where all tasks are clear
And not overtaxing are the daily chores
We pray for thee comfort
Along with all-fulfilled yearning
While we in a far past
Are left in our wreckage long long burning
Walk on in the fair comely light
May brightness and the cool grace your path
Yours hast been written
Inscrutable even unto the wisest polymath
So, fare-the-well our too lovely
Bring happiness to the yonder years
Yes, you shall be much missed
But joyful will be our following tears

Freedom [preposition] Religion

Two lapsed Catholics
Sitting neath the tree
Contemplating the meaning
Of Eternity.
First comes Doubt,
Followed by Despair,
Then they’re closing down all the bars
Because they just don’t…
Give a rat’s rear end anymore.

Take One Step, Then Another, and Then

Anonymous:
I am~
Anonymous:
I will be~
Anonymous:
I will remain~
Anonymous:
My path~
Anonymous:
Silent as any inland sea.
Anonymous:
My personal, private pain.
But You, dare chase away the shadows!
But You, dare speak my wee name!
Who am I without a shroud?
Who am I shorn of my shame?
To awake, to bold face the sunrise;
To awake, and glory in the day;
May I shed this foul Darkness?
May I choose my own small, little way?
Will you help as I chance the outdoors?
Can you guide me to that brave heart of yours?
My hand in your hand,
I risk.
My hand led by yours,
I can try.
I will stand, to face what comes;
I will stand to plead my Truth.
Tho’ the Dire Draft ever lingers—
And the Cold Doubt readies to spring;
But to breathe free and fresh
Means absolutely everything.
Anonymous—
One choice.
Free—
An action!
Yes, boldly find your path or voice,
And we can then marvel with thee!

Burn The Cradle

Burn the old cradle, Daddy, I’m a big girl now
Got my license and dean’s listed too
Don’t you think I’m all grown-up?
Daddy, tell me true
Burn the old cradle, Daddy, I’m on my way
Text me later to make some plans
But I’m off with my friends
No time for pots and pans
Burn the old cradle, Daddy, you raised me right
I’m grateful for all your love sans plastic
Now it’s my turn to explore
And sail the nighttime fantastic
Burn the old cradle, Daddy, I’m out the door
You know I’ll always call
You love me more than most
I love you, Old Dad, most of all