mjl - Hello Poetry

Bedtime comes early for Jean A last splash Bubbles tickle her painted toes One sandy wiggle And then the final dip It's good Everything is good Thanks for that Watch the stars dance and play for her As she floats on her back She drifts a palm kiss up to the heavens

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Nov 14, 2021

Nov 14, 2021 at 8:45 PM UTC

By The Sea

Bedtime comes early for Jean A last splash Bubbles tickle her painted toes One sandy wiggle And then the final dip It's good Everything is good Thanks for that Watch the stars dance and play for her As she floats on her back She drifts a palm kiss up to the heavens

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It's not your fault You were created Made for the rain Given the hammer That brings the gold Use it for the dream Days will turn to fire You are burning now Will you feel the heat Before it it's too late? © MJL 2021

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Oct 3, 2021

Oct 3, 2021 at 9:58 PM UTC

Angels Shed Tears

It's not your fault You were created Made for the rain Given the hammer That brings the gold Use it for the dream Days will turn to fire You are burning now Will you feel the heat Before it it's too late? © MJL 2021

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You're too much I can't take it Wait that's me Never mind © MJL 2021

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Sep 28, 2021

Sep 28, 2021 at 1:28 AM UTC

Polar

You're too much I can't take it Wait that's me Never mind © MJL 2021

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We try things Some work Some don't Gift yourself Move © MJL 2021

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Sep 1, 2021

Sep 1, 2021 at 10:16 PM UTC

Live

We try things Some work Some don't Gift yourself Move © MJL 2021

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Some flowers don’t get picked They stand alone At the edge of the field Shaded politely for too long Waiting for the rain © MJL 2021

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Mar 16, 2021

Mar 16, 2021 at 11:04 PM UTC

Lonely

Some flowers don’t get picked They stand alone At the edge of the field Shaded politely for too long Waiting for the rain © MJL 2021

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They ring Do you hear them? They are for you © MJL 2021

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Mar 13, 2021

Mar 13, 2021 at 9:41 PM UTC

Chimes

They ring Do you hear them? They are for you © MJL 2021

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Over and over Your mother Your job The system The cheats The liars Your excuses Eventually most meet truth For a minute Feel the power Ownership This couch feels good © Mike Levine 2021

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Mar 8, 2021

Mar 8, 2021 at 7:18 PM UTC

Complain

Over and over Your mother Your job The system The cheats The liars Your excuses Eventually most meet truth For a minute Feel the power Ownership This couch feels good © Mike Levine 2021

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There are fish in my pond, man They skip from pad to pad They climb ladders and chew gum, chick And blow big bubbles for Chad They wear high healed pumps All sequined pink with dew Kaleidoscope's wide thumps Girl's exceptionally Drew Yet they’re splashed and they’re dashed Trashed by dog's bitchin' Scared pixie eyes splash Asphalt mascara bleeds crimson Those fish in that pond, man Walk from fool to fool Vamped but not tramped, parading for you All clutching dreams to swim with the school © 2020 MJL

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Feb 25, 2020

Feb 25, 2020 at 10:22 PM UTC

Go Fish Man

There are fish in my pond, man They skip from pad to pad They climb ladders and chew gum, chick And blow big bubbles for Chad They wear high healed pumps All sequined pink with dew Kaleidoscope's wide thumps Girl's exceptionally Drew Yet they’re splashed and they’re dashed Trashed by dog's bitchin' Scared pixie eyes splash Asphalt mascara bleeds crimson Those fish in that pond, man Walk from fool to fool Vamped but not tramped, parading for you All clutching dreams to swim with the school © 2020 MJL

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Tibetan Brimstone butterflies wave wings madly at their paradise valley In the beginning, before the beginning, and in the beginning Their shaken snow globe makes them flutter in wild exuberance As they reveal a mountain, then no mountain, then Kunlun again Peace, followed by chaos, and then by peace Mother Luna's kaleidoscope of enlightenment Protected by the hooded one Holds all worlds and shakes the four seasons Nothingness, creation, abiding, destruction The wheel of time Moves the wind as it’s blown by vast circles of water Aqua marine is washed again by golden earth And in the center, the great opal mountain song of La Nature's peace Beyond white leopard snows, icy winds, and empty husks of death Butterflies are born again Shambhala’s mindful beat opens passage for light through darkness Poets squint and ride on wings toward the hidden sunset kingdom Watching another world's Avalon alive beneath a blue moon Insulated chrysalis of love for all seasons A fisherman, a carpenter, a shepherd, a merchant, a caterpillar Discover a lush, isolated, peach grove Nosing thickly scented nectar and purple primrose honey In the jade valley of the kings, queens, and beggars They meditate under the Bodhi Tree Deep brown ****** lines are carved into their soft olive skin Smooth hands are made rough, and then smooth again Young, then old, and then young once more Wisdom setting beside Queen Spirit Mother of the West Sharing a bowl of her rice milk in harmony Being in the realm between man and nature as Kalachakra turns For six years the caterpillar eats of fig And then the wheel breaks for flight one last time Radiating light as she sheds her glorious wings Here, the snow globe explodes flying petals of wild exuberance Revealing a mountain, then no mountain, then Kunlun again Transcending all, turning tears into the suns joyful rays As they rise, then set, and then rise again Nirvana Beyond our Lost Horizon © 2019 MJL

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Apr 2, 2019

Apr 2, 2019 at 10:01 AM UTC

Valley of the Blue Moon

Tibetan Brimstone butterflies wave wings madly at their paradise valley In the beginning, before the beginning, and in the beginning Their shaken snow globe makes them flutter in wild exuberance As they reveal a mountain, then no mountain, then Kunlun again Peace, followed by chaos, and then by peace Mother Luna's kaleidoscope of enlightenment Protected by the hooded one Holds all worlds and shakes the four seasons Nothingness, creation, abiding, destruction The wheel of time Moves the wind as it’s blown by vast circles of water Aqua marine is washed again by golden earth And in the center, the great opal mountain song of La Nature's peace Beyond white leopard snows, icy winds, and empty husks of death Butterflies are born again Shambhala’s mindful beat opens passage for light through darkness Poets squint and ride on wings toward the hidden sunset kingdom Watching another world's Avalon alive beneath a blue moon Insulated chrysalis of love for all seasons A fisherman, a carpenter, a shepherd, a merchant, a caterpillar Discover a lush, isolated, peach grove Nosing thickly scented nectar and purple primrose honey In the jade valley of the kings, queens, and beggars They meditate under the Bodhi Tree Deep brown ****** lines are carved into their soft olive skin Smooth hands are made rough, and then smooth again Young, then old, and then young once more Wisdom setting beside Queen Spirit Mother of the West Sharing a bowl of her rice milk in harmony Being in the realm between man and nature as Kalachakra turns For six years the caterpillar eats of fig And then the wheel breaks for flight one last time Radiating light as she sheds her glorious wings Here, the snow globe explodes flying petals of wild exuberance Revealing a mountain, then no mountain, then Kunlun again Transcending all, turning tears into the suns joyful rays As they rise, then set, and then rise again Nirvana Beyond our Lost Horizon © 2019 MJL

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Each generation’s majority makes choices that usher change Lost pined for simple peace Depression lived for human survival Silence spoke for equality in a civil voice Hippies fought war with flowers Boomers drove for mad knowledge of self Grunge nodded honesty from suburban garages Y baptized Science as god Mobs then anointed Orange Man as king Down at the crossroads as means to their ends For taxes, for borders, for babies, for guns, for Right Trading truth, communal values and united dreams for their causes How will we be remembered As we watch this Heyday bloom What will be this generation’s rallying cry Will there be one A culmination of past generation's trusted change Lost, depressed, silent, free, self-aware, honest, doubting Us Here now Strong Watching the flames Will we quietly turn away As our world burns Or will we tap a new strength To face the fire Together © 2019 MJL

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Apr 1, 2019

Apr 1, 2019 at 8:40 AM UTC

Heyday for Orange Man

Each generation’s majority makes choices that usher change Lost pined for simple peace Depression lived for human survival Silence spoke for equality in a civil voice Hippies fought war with flowers Boomers drove for mad knowledge of self Grunge nodded honesty from suburban garages Y baptized Science as god Mobs then anointed Orange Man as king Down at the crossroads as means to their ends For taxes, for borders, for babies, for guns, for Right Trading truth, communal values and united dreams for their causes How will we be remembered As we watch this Heyday bloom What will be this generation’s rallying cry Will there be one A culmination of past generation's trusted change Lost, depressed, silent, free, self-aware, honest, doubting Us Here now Strong Watching the flames Will we quietly turn away As our world burns Or will we tap a new strength To face the fire Together © 2019 MJL

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