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The Irony of My Home

 

Some may wonder

if my home is so special

why I want to leave it

and wander the world.

 

Funny thing.

Home is more home to me

featuring ornaments, paintings

and photos from faraway places.

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A silver road

Curved through the golden forest

Beckoning me to come along

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The trees dressed in white lace

Danced with their partners

Reflected in the lacy lake

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Frothy ocean edge

Wriggling snake-like on the sand

Tickling our bare toes

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Adventurous But Cautions

 

I approach adventures thinking

the guides don’t want me to die

any more than I do.

I need to be relatively assured

that though I may be testing my limits

that it won’t be my last hurrah.

I depend on someone

who knows what they’re doing,

rather than my own skills.

And with a prayer

I take the leap,

brave the waves,

explore the depths

climb the heights

hike the trails

and be thankful

when things go well,

and I have a blast,

stretch and grow

and am ready

for another challenge.

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Askew

 

So many things on which to stew.

There’s much today to misconstrue.

Perspectives tilt slightly askew.

I often feel a bit annoyed

With folks that are so paranoid.

I guess it’s how they fill the void.

They need someone like Dr. Freud.

By fearmongers they are employed.

They’re sounding like a bad tabloid.

Looks like they’re ones I should avoid,

But that may show their fears are true.

I’ll pray for them, that’s what I’ll do.

And leave them to their point of view.

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Dawn

 

Dark and quiet

Tap, tap, tap

Laptop keys

Upon my lap

 

Look for words

That paint and rhyme.

This is how

I spend my time.

 

Early morning

Wake up call.

Winter, spring,

Summer, fall.

 

Darkness waits

For the sun.

What’s today?

A lot of fun?

 

Maybe so.

To work I go.