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LD Goodwin Apr 2013
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Troubadour’s lips do tell his tales,
to Kings and Queens and Princes.
With lute in hand his tune entails,
wine, women, war and wenches.

But alas his heart is heavy with pain,
from ballads of loves gone wrong.
Too real the lyrics, too sad the refrain,
for he has become the song.

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Harrogate, TN  April 18, 2013
LD Goodwin Apr 2013
Move the stone, change the universe.
Leave the stone, change the universe.
Witness the universe, change the universe.

*And you thought you weren't important.
Harrogate, TN    April 2013
LD Goodwin Apr 2013
Prose            in a mirror,         words     in a trap.
Reflecting,      and refracting            as in a war.
Oh                                                          ­          no!
Stanzas                appear                  backwards,
Eve­n though     their meanings are     the same.

I gaze                  upon                        my graffiti
Not aware                of the irony               within.

All at once,           as if        I had            dyslexia,

My mind                  began                       to hum.
In the mirror,           my poem                    and I
Right was left                    and left was the other.
Reading aloud was difficult, yet made me hear,
Of the meaning                           in my scenario.
Reflecting,                    one can see in the mirror.


*Double Acrostic: Starting and ending each line with the letters that spell the title of the poem.
Harrogate, TN  April 2013
LD Goodwin Apr 2013
I have no words,
but words are all I have.
I have tears,
but they are not enough.
I have wisdom,
but my timing would be off.
I have a heaviness inside,
and know that others do also.
I don't pray anymore,
but I'll try to tonight.

*Whoever you are that did this, you don't impress me.
Impress me with peace.
Harrogate, TN  4/15/13  11:32pm
LD Goodwin Apr 2013
Before your story about Adam,
and your tale about Eve.
Before the mountains and the valleys,
long before the deep blue sea.

When there were no seasons,
no sun nor moon above.
I was here before everything,
I Am Eternal Love.

You tried to run and hide from me,
though you'd never seen my face.
So afraid of my glory,
so afraid of my grace.

You worshiped many idols,
you put them high above.
But lasting peace can not be found,
without Eternal Love.

And when you've fought all your battles,
and there's no one left to fight.
When the night becomes day,
and the day becomes night.

When you return to ashes,
and you return to dust,
I am all that will remain,
I am Eternal Love.


*A simple Bluegrass song I wrote many years ago.
Harrogate, TN 2009
LD Goodwin Apr 2013
Jojo's
Firm
Meaty
And
Massive
Jumbo
Jiggles
Appear
Sometimes
On
Nasty
Dances.


January
February
Mar­ch
April
May
June
July
August
September
October
November
December­

*Amphigouri- A verse composition, while apparently coherent, contains no sense or meaning

Jojo-
Young girl, barely out of puberty, beautiful and seductive beyond her age, dresses provocatively with high ****** drive, not shy to *******, usually attract older men.
"Look at those middle aged men drooling over that little jojo!"
LD Goodwin Mar 2013
Visit my home
Visit my Parents
Parents are shaky
Parents are old
Old and crippled
Old and afraid
Afraid of life
Afraid of death
Death is real
Death is coming
Coming of age
Coming and going
Going for broke
Going to try
Try to behave
Try to shine
Shine and sparkle
Shine my shoes
Shoes to fill
Shoes are big
Big, but belittles
Big and bad
Bad little boy
Bad wooden cane
Cane or crutch
Cane for Dad
Dad is old
Dad is limping
Limping too much
Limping from Karma
Karma is debt
Karma is old
Old and battered
Old and grey
Grey brings fear
Grey and blue
Blue on blue
Blue but free
Free as wind
Free as snow
Snow and snow
Snow must go
Go back home
Go from fear
Fear and tears
Fear is past
Past is gone
Past is insane
insane....
past...




*Blitz Poem
Line 1 should be one short phrase or image
Line 2 should be another short phrase or image using the same first word as the first word in Line 1
Lines 3 and 4 should be short phrases or images using the last word of Line 2 as their first words
Lines 5 and 6 should be short phrases or images using the last word of Line 4 as their first words, and so on until you’ve made it through 48 lines
Line 49 should be the last word of Line 48
Line 50 should be the last word of Line 47
The title of the poem should be three words long and follow this format: (first word of Line 3) (preposition or conjunction) (first word of line 47)
There should be no punctuation
Miamisburg, OH    March 2013
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