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It’s just like
Lemons.
That’s what they say the world is made of.
It is our choice to remain sour
Burdened by our mistakes, trials, sins.
Or to sugar-coat it all with our lies,
Being very good at ignoring truth we don’t like,
And have a lemon drop.
Move on, move on, move on
Past what we know is right,
Distract us from the sour and the bitter and the pain.

In this fast paced world,
There is no time for lemonade.

It’s too long to
Hand squeeze all the citrus,
Add the sugar,
Boil it, and then let it cool,
Adding ice and water
To make it less concentrated.
Perfect summer day treat.
No one but the
Old-timers have time to make it.

Good thing I am old fashioned.
I will make time to have lemonade.
  Dec 2015 Peter Tanner
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The best part of me
Is who I am with you
The choice is hardly mine to make
But if I had to choose
I'd give up every piece of me
To make you see the truth
Forever's not enough, my love,
But it'll have to do
stay with me.
Peter Tanner Dec 2015
Where has my passion gone?
I no longer seem to have a drive.
Is there a lost light switch I just forgot to turn on?
There was a time where my creative spirit used to thrive
now I just sit in the dark
Now I do not know what to do
I just need to find a bright spark
that will bring back my life together like glue
Where might I find it?
Where?
Peter Tanner May 2015
Everything silent with nothing in sight
Then suddenly there is a flash of light

For couple seconds there is no sound
And a loud Boom! Comes as if from all around.

The Storm is not yet here
For now we have nothing to fear

But soon the storm will be upon us. Then the winds will begin and a great fuss.

Soon will the lightning and thunder be as one.
Soon will the Storm begin it's fun

But for now I just sit at the window as the first raindrops drop
For there I will admire the Storm from beginning to stop.
Peter Tanner Feb 2015
Among the noise
Over the music,
Over the talking
It is not heard
Among the sights
Over the colors
Over the wonders
It is not seen
There is just one taste of it
That is the salt in your tears
No trained bloodhound can catch the scent
For there is none
It cannot be felt
For it is only for one to feel
Nobody seems to notice
Nobody seems to care
Nobody seems to sense
The sadness of a broken heart
Peter Tanner Feb 2015
The night,
it calls,
softly from the darkness
many are not aware
many do not hear its entrancing tones
the shadows, as a protective blanket surround you
although evil might lurk in the dark,
so do you
the darkness keeps you safe from harmful sight
but the night provides you with just enough light
the light of moonlight.
The night is the friend that coaxes you to sleep
the friend that tries to fight the morning,
for the purpose of letting you dose.
Thus the struggle of refusing to sleep
and the struggle of staying asleep
Whatever your struggle,
the night will be there
Peter Tanner Feb 2015
Life seems like a puzzle
A puzzle that will never end
Sometimes pieces fit together
sometimes they do not
In some puzzles piece are missing
Just like people or certain activities lack in ours
those activities can be lost forever
or they can be found
At the close of your life,
you will look back on the puzzle
The puzzle, now a picture
a picture that now makes sense
a picture of a life fulfilled
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