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Write of the words
which come to light,
during morning hours
or when late at night.

Words all jumbled
within my aged head,
which want to escape
and be written or said.

Words like, "I love you"
said in many ways,
to carry us through
our vanishing days.

Tell the people
you love them, you'll see,
this love for others
is a renewable commodity.

Are there feelings
in the words I write?
Do they bring meaning to
or are they just trite?

I write the words
which will soon bring
forth the joys,
a good life thing.
Be kind to others,
take children under your wing
and the joy of this life
will bring words we can sing.

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MFish • 11/10/2021 at 10:50PM • Like Profile

As always, thank you for your kind comments.

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Corey.D • 11/11/2021 at 12:28AM • Like 1 Profile

Your writing is full of meaning and enjoyable to read

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MFish • 11/11/2021 at 08:37AM • Like Profile

Thank you Corey D. Appreciate it.

I received another shipment
of Tulips today.
Over 50 I must plant,
along with Daffodils,
Crocus and Hyacinths.
Apparently, when I ordered
I forgot I had ordered some others
so I have approximately 75 total plantings
left to do before a hard freeze.
Now can I find room in my yard
for finding a spot to place
may be extremely hard.

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Loy • 11/05/2021 at 06:15PM • Like 1 Profile

Good that you love a challenge! 🙂

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MFish • 11/05/2021 at 06:16PM • Like Profile

I do enjoy. Must as I ordered 20 more the other day. Yee gads.

The words are wrong,
they are from a song,
I remember, from long ago.
"Someday, when you're feeling low
and there is no place to go,
I'll be thinking of you
and the way you look tonight."
Apparently these words
which came back to my mind,
written by another.
A beautiful song,
now stuck in my head,
the melody lingers on,
along with the words,
of this most beautiful song.
The Way You Look Tonight
by Dorothy Fields
and Jerome Kern

He Fell to Earth

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He fell to the Earth,
centuries ago.
Trying to fly,
as a bird can.
He was Icarus,
who made artificial wings,
using wax, feathers
and many other things.
The story was told,
but so hard to track.
He came too close
to the Sun
and melted the wax.
Falling to Earth,
like fluttering down,
to be immortalized forever
as an inventor renown.

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