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When does the law
of supply and demand,
kick in for the use
of grey cells from this
aged brain?
No more questions poised,
no more answers given.
What is the use of
asking questions, when there
is
no answer to be given?

You captured my heart,
a quaint, little smile.
You hugged and made me
feel good for a while.

What light
blinds the eye,
when Dawn
comes forth?

When will
this pain pass,
going another way?
Will it be
leaving, not to stay?

Of all the love in the World today,
It's you I seek and pray,
Please stay with me,
Sweet love of mine.

Oh, Rooster boy,
what's in your craw?
Did you just
fly in from Omaha?

Long he wandered,
searching, ever searching
for his once upon a time home.
He traveled the World for years,
writing about his travels.
He awkwardly wrote a poem.

Know not your name,
know not your home,
in a short time, you'll
be in an original Poem.

When friends are nearby,
there is comfort
of being close

A strange moment,
an awkward hello.
I tripped over my tongue,
as I attempted to show
my sophistication.
A few stumbling words,
did not farewell,
as I embarrassed myself.
A job well done.

Across the broad network,
across the great cause,
I espied the movement
of our friend, Santa Clause.

Happy Holidays to all. No matter what you call your respective holiday, be it Christmas, Chanuka or other celebrations. Please enjoy peace and understanding of all our neighbors and their own beliefs.
For me, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

If words could speak
without limits or rule,
would they enlighten
or play the proverbial fool?

Words, sometimes unique,
used for a clarity tool,
when handled smoothly
become a prose/poetry jewel.

Out of the blue,
reaching for air.
Realizing then,
didn't know where.

Stepped on a branch,
made too much noise.
Stop with your drinking,
when out with the boys.

Why do I care,
when I'm by myself,
so here I sit, lonely,
The Elf on the shelf.

Now I'm alone,
what should I do?
You're looking for me,
I'm looking for you.