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I had a great, long weekend. Very relaxing. I hope everyone else did too. I finished up two more poems that I wanted to post. The first one was inspired by a friend on here (you know who you are!). I wrote it while sitting at the falls yesterday afternoon. The second one is kind of long. I worked on it for several weeks, but I think I finally got it to where I want it. I think I reveal a little more about my personality in it.
I also found out that I am a total dork!!! I just found out that there are poetry groups on here! DOH!!!! What a doofus! Oh well, I will be posting my poems in there too. If you would like to see please go to the "Poetry Kicks Ass" group. And read the other members poetry in there too! Some are truly awesome! I really do hope that you enjoy my writings.
I know that there was something else that I wanted to say, but I can't remember right now. If I do remember I will add it later.
Sooooo, here they are. Hope you like!

I Declare Peace

I declare peace.
I declare apple orchards.
Ringed wisdom growing round
I declare laughter.
I declare peace.

I declare tiger lilies.
I declare sunsets.
Fire emblazoned across horizons afar
I declare pumpkins.
I declare peace.

I declare cornfields.
I declare honey bees.
Workers buzzing from flower to flower
I declare moonlight.
I declare peace.

I declare forests.
I declare meadows.
Children running through gardens of old
I declare summer breezes.
I declare peace.

I declare love.
I declare gentleness.
Each person caring for one another
I declare compassion.
I declare peace.


Is this Poetry?

Last night, I was overcome with an urge

or need

to clarify the path I'm taking in my life.

To come up with some answers,

that would make me feel better

and give me a little hope.

So I sat down with pen and paper

and this is all that I wrote.

When I'm 70 yrs old

I'd like to look out my window on a cold day

and see the beauty in whatever it is

that I lay my eyes on.

I hope I'm kind.

Will Joan Armatrading still be playing "Willow" at the end of her concerts? And ask us to sing?

Will I be popping prescription drugs

or drinking herbal tea?

I hope it'll have been 40 years since I went to see a doctor for an ailment.

Will I stay busy and not feel lonely?

I hope I'm still learning. Will people still think I'm funny?


I wonder if, I'll still feel like they are staring me.

I'll still be passionate

about everything I do.

I'll still throw a stick for my dog.

I would like to walk around with a smile on my face.

And have all my teeth.

and when my mind thinks of my past

I don't get mad at myself and,

accept what I did in my youth.

I hope that I can afford a stylish haircut

that's not real short.

And a new cd or book, once a month.

I'd like to still feel those butterflies like, when I'm in love.

I'll strive to be nonjudgmental,

towards anyone..

If I'm single, I hope I meet someone and fall in love.

If I come across a picture of you

when going through my things to give to goodwill,

I'll smile, as I gaze at it

Will people think I'm eccentric?

And will I even care?

Will I answer personal ads in the w4w geezer section?

If I live in some rundown public housing development for senior citizens,

I won't get down.

I'll turn it into my own version of heaven on earth!

I will still blast my music really loud.

If I'm with a woman,

I hope I love and care for that person as much, or more,

than the day I first fell in love.

And visa versa.

I hope I have a fuck buddy,

who stops by once a day.

I hope gay people can get married, legally, if they want.

I hope a democrat is president

Or, that a new party was formed to represent all the people who felt about things, just the way I did.

I hope I told my mom I loved her enough, and she felt it.

I hope I'm not addicted to anything.

But, if I am, the high better be worth it.

Will I have a garden?

I wonder if I'll still be choosing my career path.

Will young people want to hear my story?

I wonder if I'll still think Lou Reed was a genius.

Will I still listen to his music? And read his poetry?

And wonder what happened to the old school?

Will I be a loser? And will I care? Will you?

Will I be a winner? What's that mean? Is it important? Is it?

If I live in a mansion, would I take it for granted?

And get pissed if the hired help called in sick for a day?

(Nah, not me.)

Will I still think of the first whirled peas bumper sticker I ever saw,

on a Volkswagen van,

every time I hear a politician or minister talk about World Peace.

Will chopping firewood, still be fun, or a chore?

Will I have a fireplace?

Will my bones hurt when I lay down at night?

Will I be happy that I open my eyes in the morning and look forward to a new day?

Will it all be up to me?

Will I be able to say," I tried, as hard as I could" and take any blame?

Will I still recycle aluminum and burn only paper?

Will I be happy? Will it matter? Did I deserve it?

And last, but not least,

Will I finally have my own motor scooter? And love driving around

Even if it's my only form transportation that's not public?

And in my head Michelle Shocked will be singing,

"If Love was a train."

It'll be 2252 when I'm seventy.

I'm a better artist than poet

I just know it.