Thanks for Saturday
A refreshing idea
Thanks for Saturday
Slow yet productive
Saturdays the world ebbs
Easy until a new week arrives
It’s been a good day
This Saturday
Thanks for Saturday
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Tag Archives: New York Times
Voraciously Free
Take it all in
The sense of free
One man free
Doesn’t have to be
Yours
In hours and moments
We define freedom
Consume freedom and spread
The letters tied
Down
In my head
The Medical Scatter
The medical scatter
Over the mountains and
Through the woods
Holding our health
While they could
Medical scatter
From denial chatter
Hope reservoirs pumped with dreams
It is true
Nothing is quite
As it seems
A Fork in My Cynical Side
Put a fork in my cynical mind
The daily youthful yell
I emit while laying on my side
A gorgeous hope
Of a sick pretender
Hold high your hands
In bittersweet surrender
The gabby daily papers
Running underneath my fingers
As the pencil rests
Against the foamy green desk
Put a fork in my cynical mind
An Ill-Fated Truck
Explain the copper wires
Running through my head
The hum of an ill-fated truck
Rumbles distant from my bed
I notice a neat and tenous
Stretch of thought
Running through my veins
Too educated to unite
To high up to rise
These are the excuses we all devise
As the old truck hums
In the distance
New York View
A grey off colored late morning
The pendulum of metronome
Clanks from within the construction walls
The paisley building stand
Juxtaposed to billboards and lights
The creamy paleness of the Queensboro Bridge
Speckles with lights and cars
Crawling slowly over
And crimson and white lines smoke
Stacks litter the sky
Industrious
Illustrious
The east river is covered from sight
The land filled with energy
Motion
Magnificient architecture
Glistens well into the night
A New York view
New to me in a way
But still the same
And true
Comes The Breaks
Silence in reflection
Questions
Brought
Through reflection
Resurrection
When progress is made
I might have to step
Away
Hope my hands can
Continue to write
When inspiration
Leaves my side
The morning will be alright
When the sun sleeps
At night
Continue on
Persevere
We must
We have to
Read My Lips
Read my lips
It never happened
Poetry in motion
While bureaucrats are clappin
Watch my lips
While my hands are in action
Hope it never happened
What happened
What news
Its all so confusing
Shut it off
The world is not quite
So amusing
Civility
More fighting
Is it really needed
We are all tired
When we heard the call
And headed
Now more brutality
I thought we were headed
To civility
Goodness dear friends
What happened to us politically
Socially
When is the contest over
And the collaboration begin
When can we have forgiveness
For all of our vulgar sins
Not today I guess
As all hopes of civility
Renewed and put to the test
Off We Go
Foreign roads
Lead to treacherous results
What is known is more unknown
Facts are no longer facts
Fiction and fantasy
All intertwined sarcastically
What is literal
The truth
Tied up
Dropped to the bottom of the ocean blue
We have to decide and research
It’s now up to me and you
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