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brendan-thomas
Enjoying life in the mountains. all poetry is original material,©(2022)All rights reserved
Crazy,troubling times These days we're living in No more groovy trends or one hit wonders Just something called inflation Paychecks won't go up The only thing that stays the same Gas,groceries, just living Seems to harder to obtain Well everybody keep Keep just keepin on Don't worry yourselves tonight Go to sleep or wait for dawn Either way though Only two things are for sure Death and taxes friends So keep your spirits pure Cause on the final day When we find out where we'll go Hopefully up not down That day we'll know for sure    Worrying never helps But optimism matters If it's down and not up Hope you find a ladder
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Nov 26, 2021
Nov 26, 2021 at 7:19 PM UTC
Don't worry its only temporary (maybe)
The bright shining sun over light wind swept fields The vision I see while eating my meal You just can't convey the feeling it gives When that's your backyard and that's how you live Close knit with nature you sit and realize The beauty you're seeing through unshielded eyes It Isn't a dream ,no its quite real I'm looking at heaven while eating my meal
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Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 4:02 PM UTC
Mountains and fields( aka my backyard )
Summer in Louisiana It's hot but it's fun Down in the bayou Lay in the sun Don't get too close now Close to the edge Gators are waiting Just over the ledge Sun on your body Thinking of lunch Feet hanging over Then you hear crunch!
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Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 9:14 PM UTC
Gator bait
A glass of wine Or maybe ten Will help me sleep To do it again Wake in the morn Go do the job Drive home at night Fight through the mob Finally home Time with the family Make sure the glass Filled with wine is kept handy Kids gone to bed House quiet sky's red I'll have a glass of wine Or maybe ten Then I'll wake up And do it again
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Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 8:48 PM UTC
A glass or ten
The hills once green Now Orange, browns and reds Soon to be gray Cold,barren, dead Summer youth Careless, happy,forever Autumn age that brings Wiser,smarter,clever Winter last Dreams,memories, dread Welcoming the rest That only comes with death Lay and take your peace Up there upon your hill Spring not far away now Forever gone cold chill Sun breaks the peak And like water it flows down Waking as it goes,all that have been asleep And Life begins again From the newly thawed green ground Just below the trees Where the sun kisses the mountain
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Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 5:12 PM UTC
Mountain season
Taken too soon Everything you taught me All the love you gave I miss you so much Every day seems the same I try to make you proud It all seems pointless now that you're gone I'll have to find myself now But who am I trying to be I dont know Please help me
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Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 5:39 PM UTC
Father
On a high hill beside the ocean A mighty boulder hung Suspended by an equally mighty rope One lone tree near the two Many a storm had they both endured The boulder and the rope always under pressure The lone tree swaying in the wind Occasionally the tree branches would bend just far enough in strong winds  to rub against the rope, fraying it ever so slightly Then the wind would die down and all would return to normal On a particularly stormy night the wind blew harder than ever before, the tree bent,rubbing the rope harder than ever before The mighty rope could take no more, fraying, almost crying out as it did, trying with every last fiber to keep hold of the mighty boulder But,alas, with a final sad groan, as if in apology to the boulder, the rope snapped and the mighty boulder dropped to the ground and rolled down the hill towards the edge and finally over and into the sea below, where it still lies The boulder,the rope and the tree shall never touch again For the tree bends with the breeze And now the rope also is pushed by the wind And the mighty boulder is beneath the waves All feel relieved But the tree grows and eventually withers The rope that now blows in the breeze becomes unraveled And the waves slowly wear away the mighty boulder All were strong together Now they are freed Alone to face their ends
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Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 4:31 PM UTC
The Boulder, The Rope and The Tree(A metaphorical life poem)
In 1941 On this very day A heinous deed done In a cowardly way Attacked while most slumbered Chaos ensued Now all awake Their worst fears were true Dead laying about The damage was done But a giant awoken Fearing no-one Heroes were born From regular souls Who leapt into action Their futures unknown The past is just that No changing it now Heroes from both sides Lie dead in the ground We should never forget them One thing we Should do Is never repeat What both sides Did do Attacked killed and maimed The unfortunate souls Both fighting for country And the fight for control Just thought I'd mention What some had forgot Freedom's not free It cost quite a lot We can never repay What they have given We can only be thankful For such men and women
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 6:13 PM UTC
Dec 7th
Life flows like a river Parts fast, others slow Always ever changing You go with the flow Never knowing what's ahead Can't forget what's behind Could be rough Rapids OR a peaceful flow through pines One thing is certain The river's gonna flow Will you be the captain ? Or simply follow where it goes?
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC
Life's a river
As I looked through rheumy eyes, Intently peering toward the sun, I kept up my gazing, Blinded for fun. Now all that I see, Is brilliant and bright, No longer in darkness, Surrounded by light. No more ugly life, At least not for me, I'll keep my eyes open, And happiness see. I'm seeing not really, Though I'm not bothered true, For my life is now sunny, How about you?
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Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC
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