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Sometimes I write the words that flood my head, not thinking, just writing.
Here is an example.

Words that cling,
words that fled,
have caused an avalanche,
in this old head.
Words we use every day,
are here now, and
here they'll stay.
Words that stick like Velcro
or like "a rolling stone."
No Moss to gather, all alone.
What is this gibberish
that you write,
are these words wrong
or are they right?
Talk to me now,
you Spring delight
for I will not leave
without a fight.
OK then, say what you will
but for me now, it's Good Night.

Stay

Posted by MFish Posted on 04/07/2020 at 09:41PM Other See more by MFish

Stay awhile, oh creature mine,
for you know
the difference that does entwine,
with your reactive eyes,
perky ears, big by design
to hear the smallest sound,
of predators, in this World
you have now found.

Writing now, with no
purpose in mind; telling
what I see or feel, at this time.
A loss of words that
escape and flee,
doing their best
to make a fool of me.

When day is done,
she has gone to bed.
I sit here, alone,
thoughts racing thru my head.

What to do for her?
No ideas to shed,
for moving her away,
my life will be dead.

Times are there,
with words now unsaid,
where moving her now
brings on the dread
of not seeing her here,
but with daily visits instead.

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Loy • 04/07/2020 at 09:34PM • Like 1 Profile

My heart goes out to you for facing such painful decisions with no clear answer. Wishing you strength.

Roaring in, from the East it came.
An ill wind, that will ever remain,
carrying a virus, no plan in mind
except the destruction of today's mankind.
Ill prepared were those left in charge
to face the attack and heavy barrage,
attacking all without reason or rage.
preying on those who were of old age.

Floating

Posted by MFish Posted on 04/01/2020 at 11:33PM Other See more by MFish

Floating in the air
as a moth to the flame,
when he arrived here.
It was never the same,
as he spoke in riddles,
when people gathered around.
His words that he uttered
were very unsound.
"Pay to me your homage,
pay every day or I will
turn this World into pain."
He had no compassion
for woman or man
and lies and stealing was
his primary plan.
Tell them what they want to hear
but do not deliver or keep your word
and soon they will make a King out of you.

A Story

Posted by MFish Posted on 03/31/2020 at 11:03AM Other See more by MFish

I'll tell you a story
or spin you a tale,
about what is good
about being a male.
Not much to say,
not anymore
for lies and cheating
are part of the lore.
Give me your money,
I'll take it from thee,
for I am the Man,
now give it to me.
Don't tell me about
the socialist state
for I am the one
who you must berate.
I create messes
both near and far,
the wreck of a man,
a television star.
I'm not the man,
for that's not me.
I am ignorance and bliss
that's what you'll see;
a cowardly man
a self buffoonery.

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