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Sometimes there are things
and a need to get them out
But I just give you the finger
tell you to hit the road
You don't want to listen
I don't want to be ignored
All of this is in my mind
you can't handle cruel...little baby
So the dance goes on, and you smile
and I walk around what the fuck
made a promise, will keep it
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Scales on my body
white wings that lift
dark thoughts
flying to the light
struggle with my daily self
laughing, laughing, laughing
from the scrapes of yesterday
stands raggety man in a new coat
thank you all for everything
I'll leave the coat in the hall
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It sometimes happens
and it sometimes dosen't
twinkle, twinkle, who are you
a bit of this and a bit of that
Torn up pieces of possibility
stuck together by others thought
Oh God I wish it was true
that all of us didn't crush the others
but there is the truth before us
hello little star, may you twinkle
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It was the place for chaos
she used it well
No defenses and no gate
Built just a screen door
It was just enough to cover
and protected my tower in the rebuilding
it is not always the big things
it can be the sun warming your hands
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She called my name
pretended I didn't hear
she came closer and spoke again
pretended to be startled
But it wasn't my name or me she spoke too
my ashes shifted in the wind
even knowing all of this
pretended that it was me
the wind carried me about
leaving me to be one with the earth
She got on with life
and someone else
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Why are our hands so empty
when there is so much to grab
Live off the alley and only ten
Why did they have to take my coat
brought a bucket of leaves to help
and laid them on the bed to be turned under
neighbor made me a poncho out of an old blanket
late at night caught a mess of perch in payment
know where the crayfish lay
hungry is the cry, people are the miracle
why are our hands so empty?
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I have a friend
a mixed up plum tree
gift from my children
they know my love of trees
Fall sneaked into the valley
and some how that plum woke to Spring
White blossoms and promise
went out and tried to explain
Put mulch around the base and...
eager to please, will be befuddled
sounds so much like us
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Stepped up to the plate
no one to pitch and nothing to eat
rolled over to get up
nope, wrong side of the bed
tried to sit down and ease my pain
sign said standing room only
Time took my hand and led me
only to let go and laugh and check the watch
can't take away the fun
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Fall is there to ease you
reuniting with joint pain
It is there to beat the band
the band is there to beat you
the pain can be awful
and Fall is wonderful
mellow notes and gentled heat
nail two inches below the shoulder
They pulled a knife and sank it
an inch to the right of the nail
Summer sounds good
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The day warmed
things were funny
Haven't fallen down yet
bumped my head only once
Winter gardens are planted
I am one with my garden hose
Dogs think of me as the snack man
in lieu of a snack I am the salt lick
Now about those winning numbers....
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Each moment of life is a poem
or a bit of prose or maybe an epic
In each moment there is a scrap
in each scrap there is a story
Some scraps can be cleaned up with a sponge
some require sandbags to contain them
Sometimes when you squeeze out the sponge
having sandbags is a blessing
Six hours, children, grandchildren, noise
blessed noise, holy, holy, holy noise
Will take more than sandbags this time
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fishnet wrote:Yeah I know my belly is as round as a propane tank
but that's not why my pants sag
kept a nickel in my pocket that tinked when it hit my key
so it was left step and nothing, right step...tink
lost that nickel this morning and still hear that tink
my right knee is starting to bother me
Went to my in house "library" to do some reading
discovered a magnet I lost about the same time as the nickel
it was attracted to my stainless knee cap
it also was having an affair with my key
Lust will will always get your pants to sag  I love it!
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fishnet wrote:End of December the sun is out
Five days ago it was rain, and rain
Sittin' on the patio, suckin' rays
Dry suckin' up the rain
Sun and children coming together
Just how warm can a body be?
Gentle touch of a grandchild
Grandpa turned to pudding
How good can it get? Awwwwwww...
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fishnet wrote:She vanished from my phone book
so many others have done the same
There were two others after her
She was my mother
new people on stickum labels
cover the dead
Those that moved and handed out new numbers
and those that didn't; they couldn't remember
Raggety book full of raggety people So true. Mine is quite raggety, now. I learned to use a pencil for the entries, and now for my kids, the eraser has made holes on the paper. It is sad to see email addresses and phone numbers for them, after they've left. Can't bear to delete those last emails they forwarded to me.
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fishnet wrote:Every day starts with the small ..I can
Your foot slips into your shoe
You pause before you try the next one
Remember that you haven't put on your pants
have to start over
and the joy of life makes you laugh
Now if I can just get to the toilet on time
Joy of life makes you laugh again
sounds like you have to pay off a loan
Made it but the door is still open
the grand kids aren't here are they?
No that was last week...makes you laugh
Joy is where you find it...even in the pain AMEN!
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fishnet wrote:Harvested some garlic
man does it smell good
just to make a little more room for the tomatoes
Washed off the dirt
and tied them with a string
hung them up to dry
It is the simple things Dang, you're good! I swear I smelled garlic there just for a fraction of a second!
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fishnet wrote:Sometimes there are things
and a need to get them out
But I just give you the finger
tell you to hit the road
You don't want to listen
I don't want to be ignored
All of this is in my mind
you can't handle cruel...little baby
So the dance goes on, and you smile
and I walk around what the fuck
made a promise, will keep it Ahhh, the quiet anger - it lets us know something still works! Something like adrenalin. If adrenalin works, so does the good stuff-- estrogen and testosterone... surely... SURELY! 
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fishnet wrote:It sometimes happens
and it sometimes dosen't
twinkle, twinkle, who are you
a bit of this and a bit of that
Torn up pieces of possibility
stuck together by others thought
Oh God I wish it was true
that all of us didn't crush the others
but there is the truth before us
hello little star, may you twinkle Then, sometimes we are there to pick up the crushed, brush them off and help them stand again, you know. It's also what we all do... sometime, someplace.
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fishnet am prolific! I'm impressed.
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