Dan Reynolds Poems

So now I sit and ponder on the 'why',
when up till now the who' was quite enough.
The inner guide, reluctant to deny
that just for once, this question is too tough.
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Gathering in my thoughts to guard away


Gathering in my thoughts to guard away
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Darn tootin' these boys want shootin!

Dewey was the old town Bum
With patches on his britches
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Dear 'Facebook', may I make a small request,
regarding status updates, we find sad?
Some postings are upsetting, so it's best
to realise the 'Like' choice may seem mad.
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Chaos: A condition or place of great disorder or confusion.
Sounds like PH to me.

What do we think of “chaos”, on the whole?
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There is a flower called, “The Impatience flower”
Which I am toying with cultivating
Purely as its name suits my temperament
And my current contempt for waiting.
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How sorry can a cynic really be?
How can we tell the real tears from the croc’s?
How can we trust the words they let us see
without the words they write outside the box?
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The bustle of another day,
another day in search of what?
In search of what we hope will bring
untying of the seamstress’ knot.
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Somewhere in the debris, hid
beneath the poet's workshop
post-its, napkins, bus tickets
are jockeying for position.
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She feigned surprise, when first he saw her ghost
Though all along, her instinct told her so.
This man above all others, knew her most
They’d share the visions others could not know
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