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Zack Ripley Jun 2019
I walk up to the counter ready to place an order to go.
With coffee and cookie in tow,
i head to my favorite spot and get ready for the show.
3..2..1 let's go!
What's the show you ask?
I don't know! It's different every day
and plays whether the sky is blue or gray.
It could be a traffic jam,
a man trying to wash people's cars,
someone getting arrested,
or even a guy in a costume saying he's an alien from mars. Whatever plays that day, it never gets old.
I get to learn about the people of my city
while staying out of the cold
My 50th poem! This poem was inspired by someone suggesting writing a poem about something you would see in a coffee shop.
It's been 6969 days since 2000 ended and I thought I'd just share that fact with y'all
A poem every day
30-01-2020

nice.
Mark Toney Jan 3
Mom's joy, Dad’s
baby
boy!
I quickly
discern,
learn,
happily
God's Word
heard
then God's Will
instilled
deep
into my
heart of
hearts—
do the most
good I
should,
love my wife,
faithful
life,
with two sons
our lives
blessed,
good friends’ lives
end too
soon—
gowing old,
tired,
weak,
as dear ones’
deaths come
fast...
when Lord calls,
all things
new!


© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
01/03/2020 - Poetry form: Narrative Vignette - 3-2-1 perfect six sequence is a sequenced three line (three. two, one syllable) narrative vignette form. - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2020
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2018
On behalf of all,
A common denominator

3-2-1
Run

3-2-1
Run

3-2-1
Run

Diary of all Humans

What I did,
Ran

What I am doing
Running

What I will do
Run

You too, following
the same

Till,
The Heart stops running.
Theme: Human Race
10.
We walk side by side, wandering around restlessly.

9.
Anxiety and Fear creeps between us.

8.
"Trust? What is trust?"

7.
What is Truth.? Which is a LIE?

6.
I could see your deathly psychopathic gaze, staring me sharply.

5.
The dark comes,  the cold breeze fills in our gap, mysteriously.

4.
You keep flinching and fidgeting your pale blue fingers.

3.
"We can no longer be together"

2.
Define Blood,******,Death

1.
One

0.
Zero,
The End of OUR Lives
Another dark and explicit poem :)
I just keep getting black inspiration for my poems, I guess it's all because of my fear, hatred, and egoist inside me...

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