Christine A Kysely

I try to view each and every day
As if I were looking at it
Through Rose Colored Glasses.
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What is a person's value?
What is their worth?
Can it be based solely
On what is found in their empty purse?
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Twenty-two fierce beasts

Strive to control one small ball
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Gladiators of the numbered turf
Helmeted heads and padded limbs
22 soldiers on the field
No more, no less, at any time
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There is a certain magic
To the first frost of the year
When autumn’s golden halo
Has been kissed by Winter’s cheer.
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Armchair quarterback

Television is his game
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As an Artist
I have faced a canvas burning bright
All of it empty
All of it white.
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Time is but a fleeting moment for us...
Brief seconds in the Universe's life
The flash of a Nebula's awakening
The implosion of a high mass star.
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Bite of juicy apple

Tastes of the unforbidden
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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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I want to claim the color of love
Claim its shades, its nuances
All of them as my own
And wear them for all to see.
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Fireflies dance at night
Many small fires flickering
Moon can only watch.
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America always used to be known
For her thriving Industry
But now that all seems like a dream
A wistful dream from way back when
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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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I wake up to pure chaos
The pure chaos of my mind
Struggling to get out
Struggling to be heard
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