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Erinnerung

Howdy, folks. Got a new one today about quiet reminders. Not much to say here, but I hope you like it. Without further ado…

Erinnerung

There flows a river,

meandering gently

through one soft and solemn place

where memories and remembrances do meet

in quiet, somber embrace.

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And in its path

do they twirl and dance,

astonishingly simple

in their great complexity.

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Simple loves and simple loss

that floats and swirls about the waterline

with little foam

and clear view of gentle stones

that lay about

as old and gentle bones.

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The leaves of Autumn do fall,

absent chaos of a sea-like squall

as quiet breezes drift along,

carrying notes of one simple, quiet song.

You Don’t Bug Me

Howdy howdy, folks. I’m fittin’ to show y’all a brand spankin’ new poem I’ve just written. It’s about the feelings you get when you’re trying something new. Without further ado…

You Don’t Bug Me

Cicada, cicada,

what do you see?

Much like a dog,

you bark up the tree.

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Blasted blasphemers

that scheme and abscond…

What do they do

at the edge of the pond?

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Tempted now

by shadows in the deep,

dip your toes,

and then you weep…

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But weeping then,

is valorous and honorable

when it is the fragile pen

with which you struggle.

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In the corner of your ears,

someone hears

the whirring vibrations

that stem from a thousand carnations.

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And every color of the rainbow

sings a happy lullaby

to that one

happy little butterfly.