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Blue Spruce Motel

Come stay with us, we’ll take good care.
There’s no reason to stay elsewhere.
Check into the Blue Spruce Motel;
We’re so fond of our clientele. 69 more words

Poetry

A Poet’s Song

A Poet’s song stirs in the soul
Like waves that crest and softly roll
The gust of breath that gently gyres
From the depth of heart’s desires… 63 more words

T J Therien

week 309 ~ it's the song

it’s the song
life sings me
for so long
it’s the song
right or wrong
changing key
it’s the song
life sings me

WordPress just told me this is my 2500th post. Wow.

Poetry

week 307 ~ love jumps to conclusions

love jumps to conclusions
unintended can’t stop
itself tears fall time runs
love jumps to conclusions
be it big or small ones
wait for the shoe to drop… 8 more words

Poetry

A THING OF THE PAST

A thing of the past took lately to humming
its outmoded melody, plaintively strumming
and plucking an old mandolin in my head—
a down-dragging dole from the dead… 92 more words

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Like Nothing Happened

                          
                          Like nothing happened, moonlight floods named streets
                          the wrong direction, masked by self-deceits
                          repeated one too many nights, then said
                          to have been known for how she made her bed… 89 more words

Poetry

week 305 ~ the sea is blue

the sea is blue
and I am glad
the sea is blue
I’m here with you
sun shining through
in daydreams clad
the sea is blue
and I am glad

Poetry