March 7

Lesson Learned

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Did you know you can feel your heart break?

I learned that two short years ago today.

It is more than a twinge or a cramp or an ache

I was fearful it would not go away.

Turns out some time will mend a heartbreak

Though I feel the scars remain to this day.

It’s a good lesson to know what’s at stake

If you find you have someone’s heart someday.

There’s lessons in trauma, make no mistake

The worth of this is crucial to convey.

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(A Ten-By-Ten Poem)

March 6

Bleeding Heart

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Over the phone I learned the news

Because face-to-face you couldn’t bear

And so a coward’s way you choose

A funny way of showing care.

I actually felt my heart tear

Suddenly lost and all alone

Life became defined by despair

All because you have no backbone.

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(Huitain Poem)

March 4

Snow Day

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To work I am nonessential

Doesn’t matter my credential

So I get the day off to play

When they close for a snow day

I’ll admit that’s just fine with me

Hunkered at home is where I’ll be.

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It’s okay I’m not essential

Mainly when weather’s torrential

I’ll do my best to stay away

And try to hide my great dismay

Keeping calm seems to be the key

To hiding my snow day glee.

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In this free day there’s potential

Found time the most consequential

Though in my home I will stay

I’ll get to work without delay

Staying as busy as a bee

As if I’m my own employee

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At home I am influential

Time spent is experiential

While I believe play’s my forte

Sometimes the chores outweigh

So I stay here rather than flee

And get the work done around me.

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No this is not preferential

Nor is it inconsequential

To spend my free day in this way

From my to-do list I don’t stray

But before too long I will flee

To the mountains or woods for glee

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It’s okay I’m nonessential

About that I shout hooray

I’ll enjoy it I’ll guarantee

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(A Chanso Poem)

March 3

It’s good for a bit of perspective

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Power’s back on, what a relief

It’s an inconvenience at best

Two days without causes such grief

Really the problem is minor

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Into day three I was stressed

Thankfully the outage was brief

And for that I feel quite blessed

I should stop being a whiner

*

I shake my head in disbelief

At the large numbers of oppressed

Who’s daily life is this great grief

Only rare systems are finer

*

Disparate access should be addressed

Everyone should feel this relief.

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(Bref Double Poem)

March 2

Am I At this Point in My Life, Really?

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Her Cholesterol

Is approaching the limit doc assures

Her Cholesterol

Is dictating new morning protocol

Warm gruel and exercise she now endures

Hoping this simple lifestyle change cures

Her Cholesterol.

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(A Rondolet Poem)

March 1 – ThrowBack

Perspective

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Perspective

Is a fucked up thing

You think your shit’s bad

Just open your heart to

Another person.

Get them comfortable with you, listen

Earn their trust.

Then you’ll maybe get some perspective.

You think life’s fucked up?

Nope – not even a little

Life is fucking fantastic

Share it with someone struggling

Be kind. Have empathy. Listen.

Perspective is the greatest gift.

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(Throwback Poem)

February 27

Seeing Red

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I explore the warm conservatory

With the goal of finding the color red

Scanning canopy and understory

Looking in containers and planting beds

Miss no detail below or overhead

This quick scavenger hunt opened my eyes

To wonders I may have missed otherwise

Can’t wait to go back and explore again

Looking closely to see the next surprise

It is not a matter of if but when.

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(A Dizain Poem)

February 26

6 Pack

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Opted to take home a six pack

My will power shut down

When I spied them

Then I tried them

For these they are renown

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Better than any from my town

Lovingly deep-fried them

Each made from scratch

Batch after batch

Some with fruit inside them.

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The icing identified them

I know there’s no match

Cooling on a rack

Worth a greenback

I’ll put them down the hatch.

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My buckle I’ll have to detach

Oh please cut me some slack

Not a let down

I smile don’t frown

and know I will be back.

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(A Roundabout Poem)