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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I've many pages yet to be turned
And each of these pages
I've lived-
so I've earned.
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Nearly all of them are quite the treat
For they take us from melodies
To right down the street.
Those memories are primed-
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The white so pristine
Is so like a dream
I cherish and I lope and I seek,
However, I was young-
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A recent dream that I did have
had wings and how it flew,
But now
I cannot rope nor bull-dog it -
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The Sheltering Tree stood so proud
So large, so wide its girth;
It stalwart stood
and shook its limbs
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The clouds were angry (as sometimes they are)
They boiled with wrath and with rage,
No longer were they fluffy or sinless-
But had turned to its opposite fevered page.
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When I was young, a foolish soul
I thought the grown up life was great,
No worries then-never without a friend-
A movie that must perpetually play.
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The ardor of days now past
The Sweep of knitted dreams
No longer am I there again
To glean what once was seemed.
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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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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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