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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Once long ago
Through sand and snow
We sought our breakfast table,
We were strong-
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I took a breath; the dance near done-
For I had already heard that song,
It sang to me in shades of grey
I thought of it again today.
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My soul once shivered for years-
but now I am alone
Yes, buried in the ground-
dis-integrating under stone.
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Four Seasons are there still
for me to still enjoy
Four seasons have met me
since once I was a boy.
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It doesn't bite but it does nip
The snows of cold November,
It wasn't ever so when I was young
At least so far as I remember.
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(Sherman was the kind of man-
when he drifted from consciousness
to sod-
It's unlikely that he ever took offense
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A life of bliss
Is what I missed
But now
Too late, it's gone,
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When we were young
Beneath the sun
Nothing was what it seemed,
The seasons changed-
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You never know just how
the ball will hit the wall
and re-bound its way toward you,
You just hope it doesn't cast a trick
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Nowhere was there to go….
So tiptoeing around the swarm of them
I quickly turned and fought them toe to toe.
They didn't put up much of a fight
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So lovely-
She twirled into my life,
A gust of wind; an unexpected sin-
She pierced me like a knife.
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With memory fresh-
I hear him whine 'hello' to me,
I cannot wait-
his bun vibrates-
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One thing puzzles me
And frazzles up my brain,
Does your beauty
make your name that beautiful-
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I've never ever been the best
Nor ever strove to find that clue,
Although I'm fine…, but never mind…
Second best is what I do.
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Winter's Tracks beguile me
As I see just where they go,
The birds and rodent's tracks abound
In the whiteness of the snow.
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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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