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Nov 2013
please forgive the slanty line
between the words and common rhyme
It's gotten out of hand, oh man, just sayin'
nothing's worse but what what I mean
a rhyming verse is not obscene
yet hardly worth the birth of notes I'm playin'

better to be out of words
than force the ones you've always heard
and bore you more with punctual partition
set in golden platitude
I'm working on my attitude
a sadder dude would swear he's near Perdition

I try to keep it off the cuff
but sinking low, enough's enough
and just as rough to find a way to end it
not poetic suicide
my own phonetic cuter side
to find the brokenness and try to mend it

thankful for the little things
the corny rhymes and onion rings
the stuff my dad would say to make us smile
that subtle joke, so funny Dad
and gee I miss you, now I'm sad
and hope to see you soon
" Just wait a while".
So there it is. Grief. Has to come up and it's healing. Dad would always want to hear my latest poems. He loved all of them and would say 'Get that published!"Β Β One of Dad's common lines was " Wait a while." I miss my dad so much and it is always a comfort to pray to God and ask him to give my dad a hug for me. Tell him I miss him. Often times when I am just being quiet and waiting for God to speak to me, I will get a line which is my Dad's kind of humor....Always a comfort and like a healing balm to my heart.
g clair
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g clair
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