Wyo Winter

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Rise

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I didn’t mean to wake you
from the darkness of early hours.
I thought of you out on the road,
watching the bloom of bright sky flowers.
I hope your dreams were warm,
pleasant, safe and wise.
I missed you as I headed east,
chasing the sunrise.

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Dearest Pen and Paper

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The scratch of my pen as it scribbles the page
Ink stains on my fingers, my desk and my jeans
Cramps in my fingers that make me feel aged
And letters that combine, building up scenes

You can probably guess what this all means
As the stories build up and grow into shape
I start on real paper instead of machines
Losing myself to a world, which I cannot escape

Dear college-ruled paper and letters I make,
Thank you for the pleasure, in me, you awake.

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This poem is part of the WordPress “Writing 201” Blogging U.
(Day 10) Today’s topic, form and device are: Pleasure, Sonnet and Apostrophe

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Pumpkin Spice Vice

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As it turns out, I admit, I am part of the cult
My true colors show an irresponsible adult

I open up my wallet and pull out dollars, five
Hand it through the window and start to feel alive

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My fingers feel the warmth through the paper cup
And I remove the lid to eat the whipped cream up

I try not to burn my tongue on the steaming milk
But as it cools I sip, and it sloshes through my mouth like silk

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Before I even know it, the cup is empty and quite dry
The pumpkin spice is gone and I have to say goodbye

To the dollars that I spent and the coffee that is out
I tip the cup upside down to ensure the lost amount

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I think about the cinnamon, ginger and other spices
And how this silly coffee is one of my seasonal vices

I mourn the bygone java as the flavor leaves my nose
A short-lived euphoria, that’s how expensive lattes go

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This poem is part of the WordPress “Writing 201” Blogging U.
(Day 8) Today’s topic, form and device are: Flavor, Elegy and Enumeratio

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Lil’ angels

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My dog thinks he is speedy fast as he runs the length of the yard
The neighborhood kids like to race him and they run just as hard
I have had to scold my puppy when he jumps up baring his jaw
He thinks he is just playing but I see accidents and the law
I watch the kids from my window as they tease my handsome pet
And secretly laugh at how the silly dog teases the kids back yet
The kids have also been warned about racing the fenced in beast
But everyone has such a good time, it’s hard to tell them to cease
If things get a little too wild, I take myself outside
And tell my dog he has to quit and come stand by my side
Lo and behold, there I was, out on the grass one day
The neighborhood kids came down the block, clearly looking to play
I expected excitement, running and creatures on the move
But the kids ignored my dog and he pretended to act aloof
Clearly the kids and dog had all seen me and that was surely a sign
For everyone to pretend they were well behaved all the time

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This poem is part of the WordPress “Writing 201” Blogging U.
(Day 7) Today’s topic, form and device are: Neighborhood, Ballad and Assonance

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Face Value

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This estate
cuddled trees, springs and valley.
Also, designed with livestock
and corrals on acres,
with acres and livestock.

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This poem is part of the WordPress “Writing 201” Blogging U.
(Day 6) Today’s topic, form and device are: Faces, Found Poetry and Chiasmus

Fate’s Cartographer

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Fate’s cartographer must have been drunk
when he drew out my road.
Let’s raise our glasses high
to the squiggle that he wrote!
Three cheers to the whiskey,
or the vodka or the gin,
whatever magic spirit that he had within!
Sing along together
voices raised in gaiety and cheer,
a song that makes no sense,
and jumps from there to there to here!
Mimicking my crazy path,
the tune, we’ll make up as we go.
Here’s to the drunk cartographer
and a future we can not know!

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This poem is part of the WordPress “Writing 201” Blogging U.
(Day 5) Today’s topic, form and device are: Map, Ode and Metaphor

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Imperfect

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Crashed and burned, a flaming wreck
Bill me now, I’ll write the check
It can’t be undone,
But damn, it was fun
And put my next ‘oops’ on deck

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This poem is part of the WordPress “Writing 201” Blogging U.
(Day 4) Today’s topic, form and device are: Imperfect, Limerick and Enjamb-
ment.

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