Bryan Taplits

I paid her once a compliment
Flattered, she fluttered her eyes,
Yes, I was preparing for another affair-
So I got ready for my new enterprise.
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The thing with age that lets you down-
until you figuratively creep on the ground,
Retrieving what no longer is there
A quest imprinted-no longer found.
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What a store and a delight-
A stratagem which I believe,
A fevered fount
(Where votes all count) -
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A cloud came out, the sun went in
More drizzle was my life
I prayed then hoped-but just got rope-
My heart: All slice and diced!
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This Summer-Time, my future plan
I dote on it today,
A pioneered and vast new land
And where I choose to play.
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Yes, they I revere
As their image appears
And I recall as the memories flow,
For they are my present my past-
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Regulate till doomsday
Tax when in doubt
Repeal all current liberties
When the payers begin to pout.
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Life, is ever short or long
-under a re-repeating sun-
But you'll always be buried alone,
Either 'Advance' or 'Retreat'
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Stout miracles abound each day,
but lost and never seen,
Too late they are appraised and kenned,
a trove that's never been.
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Rebounding to the way it was
Joyous tomes behold
She's back once more
From far off fields
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I beg you not to change, my dear-
I blush, but must go far.
I long and scan with breath suppressed
To seek my evening star.
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Like Spring of pleasant memories
Like Spring with all its hues
She sprung upon my heart, she did,
A Spring-with no more wagered wintry dues.
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It's not to fear this growing old
-Despite flaming pain and strife-
For it's just another chapter head
"Confining, yes! " But which lives as 'Life'.
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The reds, the greens, the yellows too-
And all that other stuff:
The colors swim-
They do me in-
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I see a tome, it beckons me
It leers, it mocks, it sighs
A scaffold of scoffed certitude-
From it I try to hide.
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Oh. How the mighty has fallen.
Oh. How his family now weeps.
Oh. How the good ground now lays sodden,
As the mighty who's fallen now sleeps.
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The ant it crawled and crawled and crawled
to get out of the sun,
It thought itself
'I'm very smart'-
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The glory days travel in haste-
An engorging serendipity choice,
Back to them one often goes
When seeking to rejoice.
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The Present can never live up to the Past-
Enveloped in its stargazing dream,
You may be successful and accomplished now
But compared to the past-
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The trip at the start says that we're apart,
'One' no longer is 'We',
-I shout-as I pout and then whirl about-
My brother lies here: I remember him-
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