D.N. Rebb Poems

Left my home town just before six am
The right thumb was my only ride
Someone finally stopped, thank you ma'am
Heading to the city that has nothin' to hide
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I once wanted it all
But now search no more
As I let inner peace soar
And watch others now crawl
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Is your sky still blue,
Mr. President?
Telling nonsense truth
Of fake news you dreamt
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I thought the path would lead to a more familiar purpose
Wandering in silence; alone
I used to enjoy the soundtrack of the birds,
The freshness of the sun,
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I write really bad poetry
Someone called me dilettante
No idea what that even meant
So I had looked it up to see
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No choice on being born, no pick on the given scene
Hidden skills discovered on life's journey; the world, too, unaware
As the years go by, for some, death's a reward, or perhaps a refreshment
Reminisce running bare through the field, never alone though
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With eyes wide open
Leering the acoustical ceiling
Unable to communicate
Counting every hole in each tile
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Your laces are untied
You could trip n' fall
And hurt yourself
So why not just
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Flat like a prairie drive
Round like a knights table
Italian like tragic opera
Sauce like homemade love
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You're like a poem waiting to be written
Like a luscious fruit, yet not forbidden
A golden statue for all to worship
A fine speckle of yellow gold stirred up
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