1500 ft.
You speed up
1000 ft
You speed up
500 ft
You speed up
0 ft
You swerve into my lane
To avoid the blinking sign
As if you didn't see
The warnings staged in a line
You'd rather hit my moving car
Than the signs you dissed
Never heading the warnings
You put my life at risk
I wonder why you have to be
This way on a Monday morn
Then I remember all too well
Every minute an idiot born
Although I don't want
To think so ill of you
If I don't
I'll go crazy too
I'll speed up
Faster still
Getting my rocks off
On a chasing thrill
Neglecting to heed
Your brake lights
Crashing a tad too fast
Into your fancy flight
Getting out to ask
This question only once:
"How does it feel - you stupid dounce!?"

© November 9, 2009 Deanna Repose
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Sitting here, waiting
For the fun to start
To keep the good times rolling
Waiting, in near silence
For the car to pull up
For the plane to board
For the lights to dim
For the music to start
Waiting
But not impatiently
Just in anticipation
Wondering what the waiting will bring
Some new adventure
A different perspective
A newfound hope
An old love found anew
Something different to do
Love this feeling
Waiting


© November 7, 2009
Deanna Repose
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The moon rises through a blue violet sky
Glowing white above yellow orange trees
As the sun's light wanes
The blue gives way to a sparkling black
The moon grows brighter, floating
Through the diamond starlight
Casting a glow upon the shadows
Cast by the fire colored trees
Split only by the shining rails
Laid upon the ground
As the moon reaches its pinnacle
Its glow is joined
By the piercing light and sound
Of the train
Heralding the night's end
The moon falls slowly to its fate
Fading behind a blue violet sky
Behind yellow orange trees
Now alight by the sun's fierce glow


© November 3, 2008 Deanna Repose

Finding myself
Lost
In a traffic jam
Behind an accident

Keeping myself
Sane
In my car
Within a foggy mist

Warning myself
Stop
In my head
Beneath the fear

Laughing myself
Silly
In my mind
Around the situation

Hearing myself
Sing
In my heart
Without the words


© Ocotber 28, 2009 Deanna Repose
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Part of the group
Am I? or Am I not?
Feeling like an intruder
For differences ought
Not to be the case
But it is as I fear
I am not like you
Even though I am here

Part of the group
Shall I ever be?
I am not like you
Nor do I care to be
I see cultures
Rich to learn
You see bridges
Ready to burn

Part of the group
I shall not beg
I'm better without
This fight I will not egg
Moving onto more moving
People that I know
I say "I love you"
As I go

Part of the group
Will you be in mine?
We do not judge
No color; no kind
Just be here
Share with me
All the things
You learned to be

© October 22, 2009 Deanna Repose
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Trauma, tradegy, beauty, or despair
Hidden within our world
That we color so frequently
With words
Something changed us
Within our youth or wisdom
That we needed to explain
With words
But not words that flow
In full thought
Just words that are
Full thought
Skipping prepositions, nouns, sometimes verbs
You get the idea
At least that's my idea
Of the Poet's Common Thread

© October 12, 2009 Deanna Repose
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While we are so connected, we are so far apart
The crackle of the phone line sometimes rips at our heart
Anger, frustration, and lonliness continue
While we begin our chats though our online venue
Pictures flying back and forth, smiles sometimes forced
Joy begins and then resigns, it was just coerced
To break the connection, we cannot bear
Though the ache too much and always there
Our love for each other always comes first
And through it all, our connection overcomes the hurt

© October 2, 2009 Deanna Repose
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