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week 655 ~ the world of tattoos and a pickup truck

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the world of tattoos and a pickup truck
American dreams now riddled with rust
someone’s utopia sneer if you must
but where you grew up’s a product of luck
and what you believe shows whose words you read
we all still have parents and families
children we want to be happy one breeze
can knock us into a new path so heed
the little voice of doubt look through someone
else’s glasses squinting into the sun
being kind’s the best choice in the long run
perhaps there’s common ground before you’re done
look truth in the eye our land of the free
demands we all deserve equality

Written by mairmusic

May 26, 2021 at 12:24 pm

Posted in May, sonnet

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week 653 ~ as you fall off the edge of the known world

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as you fall off the edge of the known world
remember to reach for your sanity
or what’s left for the future’s not pretty
and you’ve been living indoors tightly curled
up in a ball of denial the loss
has made prognostication difficult
will your wings still work or is the result
of brain disuse disabling please don’t toss
jagged shards of truth at anyone fly
as best you can right now because escape
is essential to progress to reshape
expectations will take time you and I
don’t have so let’s just move ahead seeming
convinced we’ve not reached the end of dreaming

Written by mairmusic

May 8, 2021 at 12:38 pm

week 643 ~ woman who lives at the edge of the world

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woman who lives at the edge of the world
at the end of time the mother of all
who have lost their way forward hear my call
as I stumble my destination twirled
in the claws of defeat unraveling
while I wait and grow old without solace
no sheltering harbor here or safe place
to rest or hold fast always traveling
in circles asking why I can’t break through
grabbing hold of my own inner wildness
fighting to eradicate spurious
references to expectations to do
what I do well do best is all I ask
some opportunity outside this mask

Written by mairmusic

February 19, 2021 at 1:00 pm

week 641 ~ pouring music in the top of my head

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pouring music in the top of my head
until it fills my ears blocking the sound
of what isn’t happening here around
me anymore the atmosphere is dead
and dampened spirits drift ever lower
causing my motor to run down nothing
inspires or engages far from spring
raw cold seeps through the cracks moving slower
I fear I may stall out and sit useless
it’s just a matter of time before rust
renders all progress futile who can trust
themselves to plot a future course to guess
how the world works its way out of this maze
where hopes flounder in a morass of days

Written by mairmusic

February 4, 2021 at 7:28 pm

week 635 ~ I wish it had not happened in our time

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I wish it had not happened in our time
this pathway isn’t one we’d ever choose
but we are on it regardless of whose
nightmare valley boxed us in we can’t climb
out by sheer will stuck in a pantomime
of the life we were living when our muse
had free reign it does no good to accuse
while mourning hapless souls lost in their prime
so we trudge on and go nowhere staying
safely home as more lost days trickle by
redrawing roadmaps as music playing
evaporates and make us want to cry
out in frustration as patience fraying
releases fading hopes in one long sigh

“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo.

Written by mairmusic

January 8, 2021 at 5:47 pm

week 629 ~ as the seasons are all a kerfuffle

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as the seasons are all a kerfuffle
we become tourists in our own backyards
umbrella drinks in November muffle
election confusion sending postcards
back to summer waiting for early snow
we keep gloves sneakers umbrellas ready
when the future says maybe where should we go
stark changes leave us bewildered heady
fumes of too late rend us dizzy stalled here
asking the path forward what we can do
in the face of disaster when we all fear
regretting decisions please tell us who
knows how this will all work out in the end
will nature undone still have time to mend

Written by mairmusic

December 3, 2020 at 6:45 pm

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week 620 ~ writing poems on the empty pages

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writing poems on the empty pages
of our passing summer to overlay
a desert of cancellations they say
there’s no end in sight it seems like ages
since the topsy-turvy righted itself
when we could see ahead to a clear space
beyond the mountain of no we erase
forward momentum stash dreams on a shelf
precariously stacked dangerous to
ask when what if we stand with fingers crossed
mourning months of plans alas now lost
with friends and family far away we do
what we can to build a now while before
gropes ahead blindly searching for the door

Written by mairmusic

September 5, 2020 at 4:39 pm

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week 619 ~ as the neighbors too loudly conversing

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as the neighbors too loudly conversing
and leaf blowers sing their songs of autumn
the days grow shorter and time reversing
steps away to make a call just a crumb
of silence a moment is all I seek
to rest my mind stop my ears from hearing
the lies that cause me angst for future’s bleak
warning won’t be drowned out by noise fearing
the worst won’t hold it back looking askance
at time won’t reinstate its old routine
helicopters roaring in the distance
sirens portend chaos sadness unseen
oh to hear nothing but wind through the leaves
a breath of solace as tomorrow grieves

Written by mairmusic

August 31, 2020 at 3:15 pm

Posted in August, sonnet

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week 602 ~ birds sing build nests lay eggs plan their future

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birds sing build nests lay eggs plan their future
I hear them wonder what will mine look like
when it gets here this cruel limbo could psych
out the most optimistic oh yeah sure
day by day I’m following the detour
uncharted streets taking me from lifelike
back to life hold my finger in the dike
long enough to keep those I love secure
a sonnet takes control of something set
syllables rhyme scheme with a beginning
and end one forty puffs of words to get
through not that certain about anything
else I tidy up the thoughts I regret
and walk outside the sun’s there and birds sing

Written by mairmusic

April 30, 2020 at 3:27 pm

week 599 ~ If I may ask a question of the world

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If I may ask a question of the world
how much can we all take collectively
how many deaths will be too many we
must reach a breaking point somewhere fate hurled
insurmountable disease time unfurled
weaknesses in our defenses to see
the underpinnings of society
fail abjectly unprotected souls curled
up into balls of fear when there are no
answers yes we can be distracted by
tv shows and graphs of statistics so
flimsily grasping the silent reply
of numbers of projections we can’t go
on until some truth unseats the big lie

Written by mairmusic

April 11, 2020 at 1:39 pm