Two Poems this Month
It's Ended
Thank God, it is over.
No longer do I receive
......100+ emails a day
......wanting my hard earned cash.
I must be a member
......of both parties for each
......wants my money.
No more TV ads
......sadly making me
......long for traditional ones.
No more ads
......about the impending damnation
......of an opponent.
Thank God, it is over
......for four more years.
Wait, in two years
......the House vote.
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Poetry
Can one exhaust
......the realm of poetry?
Within each iota
......the universe offers–
......a poem straining
......to escape.
The first taste of love,
......the lasting agape,
......anger and righteous anger,
......youth and death,
......the list never finite.
All scream
......to be recorded ......
......into written word.
A poem begins,
......the end unforeseen.
The poet writes,
......a mist of mystery
......bathes the soul,
......revealing one who seeks
......while walking the endless road. |
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