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I Wander
• 12/29/19 at 11:14PM •I wander this Earth alone,
do I,
Searching for love to grow,
not die.
A World of hurt and delusion,
oh my.
Not the best of life will bring,
a sigh.
Far Away
• 12/28/19 at 10:53PM •Far away from this, our distant Sun,
There lies a Star, where life hasn't begun.
An artist's canvas, so far, far away
Will take many years plus one day
To arrive on a very bleak scene,
Of rocky crags, sifting sands, water stream,
Will abound with tropical areas being there
In this most foreign of breathable air.
The Winds
• 12/28/19 at 10:50PM •The winds of time,
a sea of change,
warps all our life's
sweet thoughts refrain.
Upsetting those who trust,
casting aside aspersion
of feckless dust.
What happens now,
you wretched man?
Time to leave with
your feet of sand.
How Do You Say?
• 12/27/19 at 11:40PM •How do you say, goodbye,
painlessly?
What are the words to use,
when you see,
the slow progression towards
her insanity?
The sadness inside this wretch
of a man,
who never had a significant,
thought out plan,
to care for his wife,
an elderly child.
Fortunately for I and for she
her actions are mild.
I pray, that I soon will see
a way for a goodbye,
with dignity.
World Insanity
• 12/26/19 at 10:47PM •This World of insanity
where the citizens
want to be free.
Free to live a life
of joy and escape poverty.
Is that wrong? It must be
as they separate our children
from our family.
I worry not for you,
nor do I think or do,
the thing that comes to mind
when seeing this, our cruelty
of this display by mankind.
These Words
• 12/26/19 at 10:43PM •These words that I write; they are many,
flow to the paper notebook, on my lap,
not into a computer, which would be easy.
I hand scratch, with a Pilot G-2 roller.
A wonderful pen to have in hand
that will respond, on demand.
Cold Rain
• 12/26/19 at 10:26PM • Cold rain is falling
on dead leaves of this Fall
moistening the ground.
Guam
• 12/24/19 at 10:19PM •A moonless night.
No clouds in sight.
A darkened road,
No cars, no light.
Returning from
A lit up bar.
Walking down
The road so black,
Towards our ship,
Tied up at the Naval Base
in Guam, U.S. Territory.
More Words
• 12/22/19 at 06:29PM •Words that began flowing,
towards paper, using a pen,
are words all unspoken,
just heard in my head.
I write these thoughts, unthinking
and free of fear of any failing,
when I tell my thoughts to thee.
Where am I now? What's next to do,
but to shelter and protect all of you.
A Risk
• 12/20/19 at 09:52PM •A risk well studied,
is worth the effort
and investment.
I'm Dwelling
• 12/16/19 at 11:18PM •I am dwelling now,
on friends we had.
The joy and fun,
not being sad.
Many of the friends
of so long ago,
are gone now and so
the memories we have
of happy days, gone by
and the missing friends,
I want to cry.
Where are you now?
Where did you go?
I miss all of you.
The laughter at our jokes,
has gone away
and is only there
in our memory foray.
A Comment by Loy
Nice poem, hard to lose friends but nice to have fond memories.