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Retreat and Rout

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 I make too many assumptions
 Which never work out
 Maybe mixed presumptions
 Ending in retreat and a rout
  
 Putting everything into one thing
 All my energy and emotions
 For a yearlong romantic fling
 Going through all the motions
  
 The regular dating routines
 And a few extra duties
 Including helping to clean
 Anything for my beauties
  
 I became a caregiver
 Helping out with carpools
 Even cleaning the silver
 Anything for my jewels
  
 I taught after school
 Doing weekly reading by committee
 Helping enforce the daily rules
 Anything for my pretties
  
 Little physical chores
 Picking up and putting up the plates
 Even cleaning out drawers
 Anything for my playmates
  
 But in the long run
 It does not matter
 All is undone
 A gigantic shatter
  
 We break apart
 Because there is no solution
 The same problem from the start
 A matter of the heart
  
 Not really love
 Honor and cherish
 More push and shove
 Close to nightmarish
  
 Warning signs are there
 I was a dope
 Our relationship not fair
 A sense of false hope
  
 Hope for a friend
 Hope for a companion
 Hope for a sweetheart
 Hope for love
    
 I wanted it too much
 I would do anything
 For someone to touch
 For a body to cling
  
 Not her fault
 I made the choice
 Not to halt
 And use my voice
  
 To communicate
 My feelings
 Accepting my fate
 In all my dealings
  
 Be honest and straight
 Stick to the facts
 Open the floodgate
 And brace for the impacts
  
 Ready to walk away
 Be courageous and strong
 Do not waver and sway
 If it is wrong
  
 Too petrified and afraid
 To face reality
 Disheartened and dismayed
 To fight and disagree
  
 Who wants confrontation
 And to dissension
 Leading to castration
 And no more attention
  
 But sooner or later
 All will come to an end
 Bowing to a dictator
 Instead of being a friend

 Friends listen
 Do not judge
 Or create divisions
 Stonewall without a budge
  
 Who am I talking to
 But only to me
 I cannot change a view
 From another who is free 

My Dance

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 I did not respect my health
 Keep track of my friends
 Sharpen and expand my mind
 Or appreciating my wealth
  
 Do I have remorse
 Concerning all these thoughts
 A strange force
 Bothering me a lot
  
 Why do they bother me now
 I have lived a long time
 Will it change somehow
 My story rhyme
  
 The pace my life progresses
 In a repetitive motion
 Failures and successes
 Indifferences and emotions
  
 Up and down
 Round and round
 A priest or a clown
 Mute or with sound
  
 What I have learned
 Is I can fight it
 But I will get burned
 Or use my wit
  
 Learn the dance
 Forward and back
 Retreat and advance
 Seek peace and attack
  
 Dancing is easy
 Moving to the beat
 Not at all cheesy
 Beautiful when expressed
  
 The dance presents understanding
 And maturity
 Your emotional health is expanding
 Giving you security
  
 Security to be yourself
 Security to let someone go
 Security to be alone
 Security to be alright
  
 Alright is not hard
 Or overrated
 You can lower your guard
 Throw away things hated
  
 Why walk on eggshells
 Every step of the way
 Jump at each bell
 To keep the family gay
  
 Wait to be invited
 Like a waiting taxicab
 Feel judged and indicted
 A jab or a stab
  
 Sounds very frightening
 But all I wish
 Is emotional enlightening
 And to dance with a swish
  
 Twirl about
 Skip to the tune
 These things have no clout
 I am immune
  
 I dance with charming traits
 Knowing I am good
 And so much awaits
 Without any falsehoods
  
 Taken for granted
 Highlighting my faults
 Their beliefs are slanted
 But I will waltz
  
 To their reverberations
 And their misrepresentations
 Dancing on my foundations
 Forgetting the frustrations
  
 My dance is divine
 To and foe
 And it is all mine
 The ebb and flow
  
 The coming and going
 Enjoying the song
 That rhythm flowing
 I have grown strong 

My Patriot Song

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 Happy Birthday
 To our great nation
 It takes my breath away
 Both resolute and duration
  
 As a republic for the masses
 We have tried to represent
 Without stations and classes
 The founders intent
  
 A grand gamble
 To make people free
 A strong preamble
 For the world to see
  
 We were the first
 Many have followed
 An unquenchable thirst
 But it can be hard to swallow
  
 There are outrages
 Staring us in the face
 From our history pages
 What a disgrace
  
 Keeping people in chains
 A terrible slight
 Killing the Indians on the plains
 A horrendous blight
  
 Holding women back
 Not allowing them rights
 Abortion kills millions of blacks
 And millions of whites
  
 But is this all
 There is to the United States
 To miss our call
 And what separates
  
 Separates us from oppression
 One person with absolute rule
 Fascism and communism aggression
 And others of the tyrant pool
  
 Our ability to change and flex
 And to remember distinctly
 Through our constitutional checks
 Stating a truth succinctly
  
 We are in control
 The people can altar
 Through the voting poll
 When our leaders falter
    
 Voting is the right
 That keeps us strong
 So we must fight
 To carry this tradition along
  
 Traditions of our glorious past
 Maybe with a few flaws
 But we need to hold steadfast
 To our great cause
  
 To make people unbound
 From whatever oppresses
 Let us articulate and astound
 What our history expresses
  
 We lead the world
 In reducing oppression
 Our flag is unfurled
 To fight these transgressions
  
 Transgressions of injustice
 Transgressions of poverty
 Transgressions of race
 Transgressions of hate
  
 We push to correct wrongs
 Not always timely and correct
 But sing our proud songs
 And fix what is not perfect
  
 Stand upright and proud
 Fly our flag high
 Sing our praises out loud
 We are not the bad guy
  
 But democratic patriots
 Believing in individual liberties
 Spreading a brilliant radiance
 And the endless possibilities
  
 Possibilities of prosperity
 Throughout the earth
 Seeking a shared destiny
 For everyone from birth
  
 Democracy is not a dream
 Freedoms advance
 With our grand theme
 Join in the dance
  
 Celebrate our championships
 Proclaim our glories
 Cherish our relationships
 And tell our remarkable story 

Ferocious Tide

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 Why do I grieve
 Gave it my all
 Rewarded with a reprieve
 To stand alone and tall
  
 Reprieve from stress
 Walking on eggshells
 A game of chess
 With no wedding bells
  
 More money
 To spend everyday
 Milk and honey
 Spend it my way
  
 Travel the world
 Sights to see
 Twirl and whirl
 I am free
  
 Drugless
 My mind works
 I must confess
 These are perks
  
 Write my rhyming verse
 Create and produce thought
 I have beaten the curse
 No more brain rot
  
 Not drugged dumb
 As a mindless ghoul
 I have overcome
 The ceaseless  drool
  
 But is it all that great
 To have all this
 Without a mate
 To hug and kiss
  
 This is why I mourn
 I have lost my buddy
 Our love torn
 My heart muddy
  
 I am so conflicted
 So many upsides
 I am unrestricted
 But a ferocious tide
  
   So may extremes
 A passionate obsession
 I had so many dreams
 And a confession
  
 I miss her
 She was unique
 A sweet liqueur
 An aura of mystique
  
 There will be no one like her
 No one to replace our fun
 I miss being her chauffeur
 But we are done
  
 She sees no need
 For a sidekick
 Independent and freed
 She is her own chick
  
 And this is life
 Not very equitable and fair
 Without a wonderful wife
 And a journey to share
  
 A treacherous fate
 To be alone
 Which I do hate
 Nearing my gravestone
  
 No reason to seek
 Another to share
 I am past my peak
 Along with my wear and tear
  
 Enjoy the positives
 And all their good yields
 Eliminate the negatives
 And their battlefields
  
 Slow down
 Stay true
 Do not frown
 Or turn blue
  
 The easiest way to enjoy
 What time is unexpended
 Be good and a kind boy
 As God intended 

Just Write

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No more mind drug
No more captivity
No more a slug
No more inactivity
 
I can think and write
There are ideas and activity
My mind is clear and bright
I have vision and creativity
 
What satisfaction
A few words in print
My words have interaction
Now I am on a sprint
 
Create a poem every day
For long as it lasts
And a long time I pray
But there are no hard forecasts
 
Maybe restart my novel
It is all in my head
I will not fall apart and grovel
Just forge ahead
 
I am optimistic about my ability
I know what I want to generate
I have so many possibilities
I have to accept my fate
 
Just create a rhyme
And let them grow
Let the words climb
Creating a sweet flow