A poem begins with inspiration
Not often that easy to acquire.
Thus a poet needs some stimulation
A prerequisite that is required.
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The night sky was clear and starry
And the nearly full moon spying down
Like a waxing Mata Hari
On the two lovers of the town
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I woke up early this morning
And didn’t know what day it was
Until I walked to the kitchen
And spotted my pill dispenser
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One’s never late for tomorrow
The future may never arrive.
So live each day as if borrowed
The lender may call due our lives.
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An indelible tattoo of Mary
Faintly graces my upper left arm.
I loved her but we never married,
Our love lost its meaningful charm.
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The azure, clear sky above me
With its fiery eye staring
Down at an early morning scene:
A house sparrows warning alarm
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The rain fell steady on the roof
While I lay awake next to her.
Her slumbered sounds while fast asleep
Had scored a midnight symphony:
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The protracted barks of a chained-
Up dog pleading for company:
Beseeching, entreating from us
Attention he sadly deserves.
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Walking barefoot on the noon shore
Oblivious of the combers
With their new metal detectors
Her head bowed low as if in prayer;
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