Christine A Kysely Poems

I try to view each and every day
As if I were looking at it
Through Rose Colored Glasses.
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Talk is cheap
That’s what they say
Say what you mean
And mean what you say.
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Sunday Afternoons

America's beloved game
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Ignore obvious

See the things you cannot know
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Fireflies dance at night
Many small fires flickering
Moon can only watch.
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waves shape ocean's floor

diurnal, nocturnal sea
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Is this the beginning
to our future
or the beginning
to our end
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koi swim to surface

sunlight shows their golden hue
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Beware thorny rose

Smell aroma of long life
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Frozen river sleeps

Man's desires go unbidden
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