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After All These Years

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After all these years I still delight in your laughter,
still live in your eyes, as you live in mine.
After all these years, going forward to forever
is the same as going backwards, or just standing side by side.

After all these years, how did life get sweeter
when we were so certain it was perfect at the start?
After all these years our souls have grown together
two trees that twine their branches, impossible to part.

After all these years, it seems like a hundred,
and it seems like a second, all at the same time.
After all these years, one more is just a number,
cause we count our lives in other ways, after all these years.

 

#269

Happy Birthday to my darling partner.

Food Fear 4 – Sweet Tooth

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Sweet tooth, sweet tooth, tell the truth.
Eat the pudding, see the proof.
Step on scale then hit the roof.
Sweet tooth, sweet tooth, tell the truth!

Sweet tooth, sweet tooth, take a break.
Get that eye tooth off that cake.
Too much sweets is a mistake.
Sweet tooth, sweet tooth, take a break!

Sweet tooth, sweet tooth, aren’t you full?
Wisdom tooth thinks you’re a fool.
Keep this up, you’ll all get pulled!
Sweet tooth, sweet tooth, aren’t you full?

Sweet tooth, sweet tooth, show restraint!
Sweets are nice but bingeing ain’t,
neither’s putting on more weight.
Sweet tooth, sweet tooth, show restraint!

Zip the lip, clench the jaw, shut the mouth, and show restraint!

 

#268

Food Fear
Food Fear 2
Food Fear 3

Backhoe Blues

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I got the following the backhoe at 15 miles an hour blues
I got the following that backhoe at 15 miles an hour blues
Even trucks pullin’ trailers pass us by like yesterday’s news.

I drank a pot of tea this mornin’and it’s causing me some pain
I drank a whole pot of tea this mornin’ and it’s causing me some pain.
If I don’t find a bathroom I may never uncross these eyes again.

Oh, my red lights are flashin’, flashin’ a warning sign
My red lights are flashin’, yes, I’m your warning sign.
Ten miles left to go and I’m bored right outta my mind.

I got the following the backhoe at 15 miles an hour blues
I got the following that backhoe at 15 miles an hour blues
Tappin’ breaks for hours now my foot’s asleep in my shoe.

Well when we get home, I’m gonna park right in the yard
Oh when we get home, gonna park this red truck in the yard
And if you ever ask me to do this again, gonna have think real hard. 

I got the following the backhoe at 15 miles an hour blues……

#267

(This was written with my friend Cynthia in mind, she loves the blues and jazz and she knows what I was doing for three and a half hours yesterday, lol!)

Happy Birthday Lisa

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Friends forever fly apart
so slowly,
and now somehow you are somewhere
on this planet but I have no idea
where that is
and I have trouble remembering
my grandchildren’s birthdays
yet I can always remember yours.
Happy birthday, friend of my childhood,
wherever you are.

 

#263

The Meaning of Life

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The Meaning of Life
lives in a candy store jar
without a label.

The jar is never
full or in the same spot twice,
except when it is.

The candy inside
is sweet, sour, and salty
all at the same time.

The tang on your tongue
makes you shake your head and wince
and yet you want more.

The candy store is
open and yet you stand with
your nose to the glass.

The Meaning of Life
is just taking what you need
and leaving the rest.

 

#262

Move Along

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What are you searching for?
I may touch upon
a chord that sings for you
but still…
the notes will eventually fade
and you will be on your own again
to search or to create a poem
of your own.

Take heart and write,
write your heart and perhaps
you will touch upon a chord that sings for others.

But if critique is your only way to interpret,
this is not the poem you’re looking for.
Move along.

 

#258

Remember

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Remember to see
I know your eyes are open
but just see, just see. 

Remember to listen
I know that you can hear me
but just listen, just listen. 

Remember to breathe.
When your back’s against the wall
breathe, just breathe, just breathe.

 

#257

Just This Once

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Frost, geese in a vee,
September is here again.
Where did summer go?

Time to start the drift
into winter denial.
There is no escape.

The darkness that falls
too early and leaves too late
is the hardest part.

Frost, geese in a vee.
Take me with you when you go.
Just this once, just once.

 

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