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Bliss
What is this feeling? Softness falls with the stealth of night Quiet and unassuming, overpowers my sight. The bliss of silence cloaks my ears Children one, two, three now disappear Into their beds, tucked safely away. Mother and father, survive another day.
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Night on golden pond
Golden night falls, Silent on the mirrored glass Branches sway in the breeze Haunting sounds caught, And into the darkness pass
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Theory of a new day
I have a theory. In fact, I’ve got a few. Each day is different, each day is new No matter the weather, or the people you see, everything is unique. At least, it is to me I’m a little older each day, And the world is too. While I grow and I change, the earth…
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Sleepyhead
His halo shines Angelic in the light Saintly is his sleeping face, Quietly breathing in the night. He fell asleep with a little gasp Fighting to the last Now I sit here silently, until alertness has past. My little boy, My bright small one I love you more each day, my little man, my sun.
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End of work days
A hazy patina coats my eyes, blurred with the haste of the day Emotions and ails, wounds and fails Everything crossing my way I lurch with fatigue And struggle to breathe Wondering how to get by, I let out a sigh and try not to bleed I stumble through the door, grateful to sit, A…
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The Nest
My feathered little ones, grow cold while waiting for the day. I bring them delicacies and love, they coo gratefully up at my offering One day soon they will fly, up and away into the blue But for now they tuck Under my wing My little ones One, two, three Warm with mommy in the…
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Matt’s lullaby
Fluff the pillow, and smooth out the sheets. Pull back the covers, Toothbrush away the sweets Night time is here, my soft little one, We’ll enjoy tomorrow, But now is bedtime for the sun. I’ll tuck you in, and give you a million kisses I’ll read you a story of colourful fishes. Turn out the…
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The mountains
Moments are fleeting and few. Born on the wind’s back, through clouds of slate blue that pierce every crack. Today we played in the rain as it turned into snow, cold hands on a swing chain Children cold, but ready to go The mountains covered in white So solid and true Fresh air blowing my…
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Rat race
This life is an express train Rolling down the track Anytime someone cries They get no money back Tick, tick, tock Time marches on Faster than feelings, until the clock is gone Hyperventilating 101, Chronos doesn’t care. He flips the bird, Lets it fly, up into the air That’s it and thanks a lot, I’d…