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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Whenever I am beset and oppressed
When nightly shrouds of glum
Trail me and flow,
I slog through my dark depression-
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A reunion was needed, I concluded,
as I swept up my checkered past,
I wanted to see just what I had done
To view what I thought would last.
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They hushed their voice
Wondered, 'What's the fuss?
For both Democrats and
Republicans agreed,
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It's tough to leave what once was so easy
Those choices you nabbed when you were young.
Like chocolate that selection is never missed-
Because you already have had some.
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The walls they hugged me close
A kiss away were they,
Cages without bars,
much too near-never far
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The skies retraced their rainbow hue
All bells would peal, cry out,
My jaunt seemed a bit jauntier
As though every enemy I would rout.
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Bygone sparks have flamed again
Nostalgia reigns supreme,
My limbs hang weak at my kindling's heat
As once again I dream.
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It's so easy to dip into the pond of despond
(And in each day of the week-
It's no treat!
The fronds of life don't sweep the swamp gone
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The mementos of your life
Are everywhere to be found,
Either in the dreams of mists in rain soaked skies-
Or recalling those memories-
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I wonder what is most ideal,
'to cry or not to cry? '
One thinks of who was once so dear-
before was said goodbye.
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Cupped and held
In the Hand of God I stand-
This 'future' is what I had planned,
I may have 'fallen' and sinned-
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One wonders what dreamworks appear in ones sleep-
Then pass at morning‘s hence,
For these multi hued-dreams when re-seen
never look as they did when slumber first took
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As one grows up, one climbs a hill-
Another hill to climb,
Then, as middle-age is reached-and nearly breached-
One chews over one's juicy passed times.
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I saw a squirrel today, through the window pane,
It looked at me most steadily -
As though it knew my name.
Reviewing me, it stayed its course,
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When one is young and not yet done
He thinks in upbeat, cheery tropes,
As youth matures he gleans future roads-
Which leads to the waning of his once towering hopes.
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There was a time, not long ago,
At a place whose tracks now have stalled,
Of a journey as near as my hopes and my tears-
With a finale that end at four walls.
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