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 Jul 2018 Psyche
wordvango
lips all pouty trembling
my chin dimpled again
tears in my eyes listening
to your playlist
when I should be trying
to make the miles disappear
walking your way
if nothing else
instead of just singing along
to love songs on a
soggy Sunday afternoon
tears in my eyes
memories on my breast
wishing you were here
feeling your breath
smelling your perfume
lingering in
the past.
 Jul 2018 Psyche
Sjr1000
He arises in the morning
with nothing to say
He arises in the evening
after being quiet all day

His thoughts they are a dancing  -
The future is dark
The past is bleak
with nothing to dream

The dawn it arises,
At night, the sun
it heads down
Time it stands still
when you have nothing to say  -
You've tried your best in
your own way
Nothing seems to come
but
despair and dismay.

A lover she comes
A lover she goes
Your creations,
they all grow trite
and old

Playing cat's cradle
with a line of string
at the tear line
not knowing
whether to cry
or go numb

Like our lives,
a spider web
on a tree
blowing and shimmering
in the sun light winds.

He arises and dresses
Heads out for his day
With nothing to say.
Counting syllables for a limerick
All of this to me is Greek
Without rhyme or reason
I wrote one, no , No Pun
Challenged , My silly mind fell for the trick

To write a limerick was not in the syllabus
Lost the route , I missed my school bus
I was asked to wait for help
Like a puppy I started to yelp
Help did arrive in time , but I was all nuts
Done with it :)) No more :))
Recently met a Techie , also a poet and a published author of children’s book and many more . He challenged me to write a limerick
 Jul 2018 Psyche
betterdays
is as if it grew
as limb of
the gnarled
stringybark

it sat, still
so very still
grey feathers
blended to
perfection

beak ****** up
at an angle
mimicking
the broken edge
of storm damaged
branch

only when
we had passed
it gave itself
away, with slow
blink of tawny eye
then shuttered again
it returned
to it's hidden glory

nothing to see here
just us branches
the australian tawny frogmouth....a master of camouflage ....
 Jul 2018 Psyche
Traveler
GREEN DAYS
 Jul 2018 Psyche
Traveler
White and woolly
Cotton clouds
Fluently floating by
I take my time
I take a ****
Smoke rings
In the pines

In laughter free
Among the trees
Where echos begin to rhyme
Come and play
Long in the day
The Oak is in his's prime
.........
Traveler Tim

I love the Man and the band!
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