Stone Seeds
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The acorns soundly lie
Beneath oak trees sky high
Too large to yield to whims of squirrels
Will never multiply
While others sprout nearby
From stone seeds only silence unfurls.
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The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
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Mundane green grass covered with color bright
Each day there is just a little less light
Some find this time extremely depressing
These are all clues winter is in sight
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This is the time when I feel alive
The darker, colder season’s when I thrive
Colorful leaves and soft snowflakes amaze
Thrilled when fall and winter arrive.
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(A Rubyat Poem)
Pale freckled skin, keeps organs in
Protects me from the sun
All this flecking, requires checking
To the doctors I run
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In cotton gown, I wait around
For examination
New magazines, computer screens
Office decoration
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Skin is assessed, concerns addressed
At my age my spots change
Scanning processed, I can get dressed
We talk short range, long range
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Have the “all clear”, return next year
Keep wearing the sunscreen
New spots appear, please have no fear
We’ll do the same routine
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(A Triquatrain Poem)
The Pokeweed
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Birds denude
Dark purple fruit for food
Around here they call it inkberry
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Derided by many as unnecessary
Removal from the landscape is customary
Diligent birds replant it by seed
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Can be messy indeed
The Pokeweed
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Playlist or Instruction Manual?
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La Roux wants to be bulletproof
Next time, the hardships will bounce off
I hear
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Trading her scarred heart for armor
Is how Miranda will get by
I hear
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They aren’t, the deep bass of Gomez
Cautions
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I will emancipate myself
From this mental slavery, true to
Jimi
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I’ll be a sinner and a saint
Meredith says don’t be ashamed
I won’t
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P!nk instructs to change the voices
In my head, to like me instead
I will
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Antebellum says the compass
Musgraves says the arrow, I will
Follow
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Tom Petty has me far from my
Troubles and worries, I belong
I’m free
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Not a Spectator Sport
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Life is this pink and blue treat ball
Upon first glance does not enthrall
Just sitting there not giving
Needing you to do the living
You need to act to get rewards
Life’s waiting to be explored
Live to the fullest, risk the fall
Get all you can from this treat ball
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(An Octelle Poem)
A Picture and a Poem 