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Carefree Days
Tagged with: childhood, life, memories, poetry, summer, summer vacation, tricube, tricubic poetry
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‘expectations’
‘expectations‘ 👆 This looks like a simple word. It is extremely complex. Incredibly dense, heavy gravity. Cannot be sliced up or taken in portions or be broken up. It is always whole, or not. • To also consider: expectation =…
‘Before I Knew It’ ~ a poetic letter to a girlfriend I never knew (this is true)
I often wish I was A more expressive friend, back then In the days we had, Ages of some few years Plus ten. ~ We had our moments I know I felt that thrill. Just to sit with you besides,…
Sing it like ‘Satchmo’
• play my words    as a jazz tune sways hear my voice    in a dulcet jive • dressed so debonair    class blow that valved horn    brass bourbon on ice    glass…
the Poet
the Poet … does not have a vocalist’s melody; to carry their legacy, standing alone on a nightclub stage. ~ … does not have a band of instruments; to strike their soulful innocence, upon a pulsing back-beated harmony. ~ ……
‘is’…
Hard questions with rounded corners… Â is… life a legacy? is… death a destiny? is… hope a habit? is… church a choice? is… religion a ritual? is… faith a philosophy? is… love a language? is… war a weapon? is… peace…
Tagged with: allegory, alliteration, irony, life, philosophy, poem, poetry, questions, thoughts
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Morning ~ a Haiku
it’s morning again sunrise comes but once a day following the night ~ an EWK 5:7:5 Haiku Poe’em  ©2017 EWK
My Generation
my generation varying shades of ages autumn of our lives ~ an EWK 5:7:5 Haiku Poe’em  ©2017 EWK
Waxing Poetic
waxing poetic feelings softened as written hard emotions drip ~ an EWK 5:7:5 Haiku Poe’em ©2017 EWK
If I must Die
If I must die With my final verse In hand Then let it be A seed Of inspiration To other minds Of youthful vigor Whom might read Of my life And energies Spent For if I be known Nevermore Another…
Tagged with: age, creative writing, creativeness, death, desire, hope, inspiration, legacy, life, nature, poem, poetry, writing, youth
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Some Days
Some days are like an episode of ‘Jeopardy!’ With the volume played in muted silence. All answers read on a blue screen. Never a certain question heard, just the often occasional and questionable static spoken from within your mind. As…
Shadows of My Life
• I have written my thoughts.      Often as a feeling      Inspired by the urge of subtle meanings To give life to words. After living and then soon afterwards.      Will you sort through      Stuff that holds certain…
Tagged with: creative writing, death, grieving, life, poetry, relationships, writing
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What Does?
What does beautiful feel like in the dark? What does sexy sound like in silence? What does time look like without a clock? ~ an EWK Poe’em  ©2016 EWK
Story of My Life
Stacks of memories Some pages stuck together Story of my life. ~ an EWK 5:7:5 Haiku Poe’em  ©2016 EWK
Stir Vigorously
Life is bittersweet Add spoonfuls of dreams per day Stir vigorously ~ an EWK 5:7:5 Haiku Poe’em  ©2016 EWK
Tree of Life
The clouds of this life you see Have passed us by in shape-shifted serenity You don’t always look up, as it’s there I would be. This tree of life has become your home. It’s branches have grown with time A…
At Night
A sliver of moonlight scrapes along my windowpane. Hurting my mind as these eyes wouldn’t see These shards of my saddening darkness Silhouetted as outlines drawn My curtains shut tight At night. ~ an EWK Poe’em  ©2016 EWK
Ever Upward
Our lives are so received Subject to a memory The edifice of person. Spirit of minds eventual uniting Within the endless bounds of time Eternities of sighs and disbeliefs. Containment of desires Eluded by weighted patience Held to earthen legacies.…
These Are the Days
Tomorrow, When it arrives: Is Today. ~ Today, When it has passed: Is Yesterday. ~ Yesterday, Becomes our past: Memories. ~ an EWK Poe’em  ©2016 EWK
I was 9, Once Upon a Time
I was 9. Grandparent’s homestead My land of make-believe Jailhouse in a tree Time stood still. Once Upon a Time. ~ an EWK Poe’em  ©2016 EWK (inspired by an old Polaroid photo)
Tagged with: age, childhood, creativity, daydreams, imagination, life, memories, old photos, poem, poetry
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Namaste ~ a Tricube (x2) poem
Namaste ~ eyes closing head bowing palms clasping Heart chakra Unite soul Divine spark breathing in slowing pulse breathing out ~ Meditate Clarify Unify my body my mindset my heart; beats Divine love Go with flow Third eye open ~…
Tagged with: life, meditation, Namaste, poem, poetry, relaxation, tricube, tricube poetry, tricubic poetry, yoga
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My Window Breaks ~ a Haiku poem
Morning has broken – Sunlight through my window breaks: Repaired with coffee. ~ an EWK Haiku Poe’em  ©2016 EWK
My World Here
My world here slowly turns me around to where you are. Can words reach out for what needs to be said to you on distant horizons, many hours ahead? Thoughts pass among us, time zones between us apart. Nighttime comes…
To Have and To Hold
~ To have, Our lives Woven in time And place Spun from memories. and To hold, Ourselves With special cares We’ve shared To our days of old. ~ To have, Moments Of tender flesh Wrinkled From tasks we’ve done. and…
DNA
after all its twists and turns. D Â A N D Â A N D Â A N D Â A N D Â A N D Â A N it was phosphate that brought us together. ~ an EWK…
This Old Man ~ a triple Haiku
This old man has seen Through it all: both love and loss Not to disrespect. This old man has lived By the work of his own hands He deserves respect. This old man has prayers Since his good old days; long…
With Absolute Sincerity
a Work-In-Progress poem… A story of hope, living, loving, choices, and of sorrows.
Bed by Nine
We’re in bed by nine Not what you think — We’re too old Ain’t gettin’ any… Not getting much younger, too Wake these slumbering passions. ~ an EWK Tanka Poe’em  ©2016 EWK (poem of 5:7:5:7:7 verse beats, non-rhymed)
Connection.
Connection. ~ an EWK Quilted Poe’em  ©2016 EWK (inspired by living, and listening)
Loose Me Up
Loose me up with drink of wine, and find the mysteries yet entwined… as brewed from age’d memories; of hopes and dreams and discoveries. ~ an EWK Poe’em  ©2016 EWK
If Only You Ask
From all directions and points of view, I hear a voice calling and drawing me too. I find courage, I find a source, I dare to run another course. Maybe because of inner tears, I dare of wonder, I care…
? = Happiness
I’VE GOT IT! The formula for ‘Happiness’ is: [(g + d¹) × (e + d²)] – (d³ + f¹) = (r + s ÷ P) >/= (f² ÷ P) × Today Where: g = goals d¹ = desires e =…
Tagged with: creative writing, desire, engineering, formula, goals, happiness, joke, life, math, mathematics, science, success, what is happiness
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The long talk
The long talk. My wife and I, and so many couples that I discover have had at the very beginning or soon into their relationship had come to each other and stay together; I have found, to have the legacy…
