Jonathan Andrews Poems

Brave morning's guide by gilded shafts announced,
His silver yawns streaming upward in ribbons of wisp,
Turns his grasp toward lofty heights
And with a laugh rises to greet the new day, beaming.
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What I yes who are right now
Ideas jumble in my mind
Refuse to form up in tidy lines
Deny cohesion
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'Flotsam'
It's a funny word
For what I am
A castaway, unwanted, useless, garbage
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You have a bad day
You know it's okay
Or that's what you say
You tell 'em you're fine
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Close,
Tender,
You hold your claim.
Billeted rights, evident to all,
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