Brian Mayo Poems

I seem to have no problem starting a poem
(I have pages and pages of great opening lines) ,
but ending one properly is another matter.
I mean, I think we can all agree
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Five more minutes, please.

Just five minutes
to remember the smell of the sea.
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A little poem to tuck you in
The gal with whom I've never been
Our love merely professed online
The perfect way to keep what's mine
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They say Indians walked along this creek
and I believe it.

The trail is littered with winter's wreckage.
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A devilish grin,
this bristly ball
all nose, no chin
it slyly peeks and winks
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The butt-wipe requires finesse
If it's to be deemed a success
One slip of the pinky,
Things quickly get stinky
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'Brian? '

(eyes firmly on keyboard) 'Ummm, yes? '
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Cruelly plucked
From a troubled sleep
Yanked to my feet
It's nearly three
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