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There Was

Posted by MFishProfile 05/08/21 at 11:52PM Humor See more by MFish

There was an old insect.
I think it was a Flea.
He had escaped from the Circus
and he needed to flee.
He will find a way, to leave town,
perhaps on the underbelly
of a small dogs, fluffy down.
He hoped it would be a good ride
and that his new residence,
did not to scratch an itch.
I hate to be struck by a paw,
scratching for me
even if I am just a Flea.

It was a long trail, as I recall.
Well used by deer and man alike.
A slight incline, along the hillside,
only grass and shale with Sagebrush, a few.
Climbing higher, one encounters some trees.
There were many Pine trees and Fir.
Looking down the trail you climbed,
the view was grand; seeing the valley floor,
with majestic snow capped peaks on the horizon.
A scenic, Panoramas, words can't describe.
How small we are in this World sublime,
yet there I was on my first hill climb.

The sound of the morning,
I hear in my ear,
for a Rooster is crowing
and the noise is quite near.
This place is the Islands
where I hear this sound
of crowing and crowing,
near Old Kealoha Town.

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Loy • 05/06/2021 at 11:34PM • Like Profile

Reminds me of Honokaa on the Big Island 🐓🌺🌞

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MFish • 05/06/2021 at 11:38PM • Like Profile

I can hear those little Roosters in my head.

I Lost

Posted by MFishProfile 05/05/21 at 12:42PM Flashback See more by MFish

I lost your memory,
in the vastness of space.
Were we connected, so long ago?
Worlds apart? I want to know.
I felt a tremble, when we first met
wasn't sure if we had yet,
the years and lives, from long ago,
are passed and will no longer show.
I feel strangely, if we've loved before.
Perhaps this is the feeling,
I spoke of before.
Do you believe in life after death?
I believe I do.
How about you?

How Do You

Posted by MFishProfile 05/04/21 at 10:53PM Life Stories See more by MFish

How do you write,
when the sounds,
in your mind,
are interspersed with music,
emotionally entwined.
The music in the chamber
of this aged mind, seeps
as I hear the sound of
"As My Guitar Weeps",
with the harmony of voices
of Clapton and McCarthy ring
of our lives together
as they beautifully sing.

The Winds

Posted by MFishProfile 05/03/21 at 10:29PM Life Stories See more by MFish

The winds of time lost, have returned,
back again, without a word about spurned
questions raised, of where has time gone.
When reflected on your past, in song,
a collection of words, from long ago,
about the loss of love. I know
no matter the order, lost in time,
I'll think of you always; as mine.
Not a possession or something once owned
but a time when we were both alone.

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Loy • 05/04/2021 at 10:54AM • Like Profile

Beautiful poem!

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MFish • 05/04/2021 at 03:56PM • Like Profile

Thank you, Loy.

I'm awake. It is 2:30 A. M.
All I hear in my head
is the words "The Candy Man Can."
Why in the World will I succumb
to this continuous musical sound
in my ears at the early time
when I remember it was a TV Ad
using the Music not the words,
and now, my mind is benign.
Do you suppose it is a sign?

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