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No end to possibilities,
The world's an open slate.
No matter what your age or place,
It all comes down to fate.

Some days there's cold and cloudiness,
And others bright and warm.
But even in your darkest hour,
You might just find a charm.

It is said when life deals lemons,
You should make lemonade.
If sometimes sugar's hard to find,
Then find someone to trade.

So keep your options wide and loose.
Get out there, take a chance.
There's music playing ev'rywhere,
Just go ahead and dance.

(Writing Under the Influence)

Sometimes it all comes out garbled,
Can't make heads nor tails the next day.
As if I'd lost all my marbles,
Now what was I trying to say?

But once in a while it's inspired,
A couple of nuggets I'll find.
It's almost as if I were wired,
My fingers just speaking my mind.

Later I'll fix up the scansion,
Make sure all the rhymes are just right.
Ideas may need some expansion,
From fragments composed in the night.

Then when the magic is churning,
When ev'rything's coming out fine,
The late midnight oils are burning,
As poetry mixes with wine.

Most women it seems,
Don't like what they see,
When they look in the mirror these days.

Too fat or too thin,
Too long or too lean,
They observe with a critical gaze.

I tell you my dears,
It's between your ears,
That a man with a heart will be looking.

Are you wise, sweet and kind?
Do you speak your own mind?
It's not how you dress or your cooking.

Our looks will soon fade,
By age be betrayed,
Our old bodies will settle and spread.

But that doesn't mean,
There's no love between,
Our two hearts when they're placed head to head.

Turn the mirror around,
And go out on the town,
To where all the singles are drinking.

Just be hapy and show,
And let the world know,
You don't give a d@mn what they're thinking.

'Cause for every one,
Another was born,
To mate and to match like two mittens.

So take this to heart,
And then you can start,
To be loved and to likewise be smitten.

The scars you wear tell all your life,
Be it from fall or surgeons knife,
An auto crash, a barroom brawl,
The scars you carry tell it all.

Then there's the ones that do not show,
Though just as real and still a blow.
That hurtful thing a loved one said,
Can cut as harsh as if it bled.

These scars that tell your story so,
Mark all the paths that you have known.
And when you look back you will see,
Each one's a page of history.

So please don't hide your scars from me,
My love enfolds their mystery.
For ev'ry one I see it true,
Has gone to build this wond'rous you.

I grind the beans and brew a pot.
Ah, the aroma's heavenly.
Sun is rising through the trees,
The morning dew bedazzles me.

Farm fresh brown egss from free range hens,
I get them from a friend down south.
With yolks so bright and yellow that,
Look so inviting to my mouth.

My whole wheat toast comes popping up,
Fresh butter makes it savory.
An egg on each upon the plate,
Their sunny sides smile up at me.

Whole peppercorns ground all around.
Sea salt is sprinkled on the top,
The fork's first pierce begins the flow,
A bite of white and toast to sop.

Devouring this tasty treat,
Takes hardly any time at all.
The dishes washed and kitchen's neat
There's work to do, no time to stall.

In trying times these small delights,
Can get you started on the right.
To start your day in morning light,
And last you til you're home at night.

I started out as an idea, place in a lady’s head,
She fashioned me of porcelain, and I listened as she said,
“For you I'll give you golden locks and eyes of baby blue,
And rosy cheeks and lips of red and pretty lashes too.”
I'll make you dimples on each cheek, and one upon your chin,
For you a smile just will not do, you'll have a special grin.
I'll give your eyes a loving spark, with just a dash of white,
And make them glisten happily, a clear glaze will catch the light.
I'll make some tiny stockings, and a pair of bloomers too,
And a slip made out of satin, trimmed in lace will only do.
I'll make for you a velvet dress, and a bonnet just to match,
I'll put upon your tiny feet, shoes that have a golden latch.
I'll fix your long and golden hair, into shiny finger curls,
And tie them with a long silk bow, that falls gently as it swirls.
I'll make your colors soft and sweet, as if in a flowered field,
I'll weave for you a basket, a cradled bouquet will be revealed.
I'll sign your nape with loving care, and place you in full view,
For you came from a loving heart, your life is now anew.
A little girl will come one day, and hold you oh so tight,
And whisper secrets in your ears, and pray with you at night.
She'll feel the love that created you, and gave to you your life,
And you'll be there to comfort her, though her hardest times of strife.
You'll share her joys and her pain, and to her you'll be so true,
What little girl upon this earth wouldn't want A Doll Like You?”

To live, we have to see ourselves as good,
So brain takes over, saying,"I am great".
Our mind's-eye feeds the ego, sets the mood
To keep it self-sustaining, full of hate.

We truly hate each person not like "me"
And think of them a lesser sort of soul
Because they have not had our pain, you see.
They're not religious, have not been made "whole".

They do not love our saviour, are not "saved".
Their skin is not the colour of bleached kale.
Look at their politics, or how they've raved,
Or got what they are wearing in a sale.

He takes hard drugs, and she is much too fat.
They give their kids away to social care.
Still hearing mirror tell us " I'm all that"
We leave our social circle almost bare.

How 'bout the alcoholics that abuse,
Or ailing pro's who die out in the night?
We turn our backs and blindly just accuse
Drug-ridden kids who cannot help their plight.

The great unwashed, the posh, the rich, the dead,
We still come up with other titles, names,
While ego still plays "sicko" in our head
And makes us think we're perfect, plays more games.

Then what of all the ones that are depressed?
We wouldn't let ourselves get such as they.
The hypochondriacs, the ones repressed?
We wish the world would make them go away.

For we are perfect in our little world.
Our ego tells us that it must be thus.
How dare we leave our thoughts of hate unfurled
To keep us from what really defines us.

Compassion, smiles and love are all that count
When we seek to account for who we are.
To give and not to take in large amount
Gives purpose, helps make love instead of war.

It's not about religion, votes or "right",
Nor yet to have our neighbours praise our deeds.
It's all about reflecting to our sight
What future generations sow as seeds...

I look out the window
see snowflakes.
Like ballerinas dancing
to inaudible music.
People wrapped
in colorful scarves
wandering
through the streets of the city.
They go to homes
to warm hands
in the bonfire of love.
I look out the window
my hands
are still cold.

The world keeps spinning round and round
Always moving never stopping
Dancing to the universal sound
Through our galaxy we are sailing

Stars and star ships dreams do make
Wondrous adventures for our minds
As we gaze upon the stars and remake
Dreams from memories of mankind

Stars are dancing night on night
Blinking, winking keeping time
While we marvel at this sight
With no thoughts of the end of time

Or of this dance we dance from birth
Again and again since time began
Upon this stage that we call earth
Playing our part in a well-made plan

This dance we do again each day
Danced by mankind through the ages
Never changes it's the same each day
Taught to all by strange mages

As new dancers take their turn
And learn life's steps anew each day
Often graceful often clumsy yet they learn
Those new steps to their own play

The world keeps spinning round and round
Always changing never stopping
Dancing to a brand new sound
Through the ages, ever playing