I Do

I do, you know
I really do...
I do it well
I do it often
And now I'll do it more
just for you
for you.



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The Naming of the Poem

The name comes last you know
You have to write the poem
before you call it
anything

Its like a baby
fresh from the womb
Whose name follows the placenta
self evidently

God knows
what this ones called?

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Poetry is Such Hard Work

Writing poetry is such hard work
That I avoid it at all costs
But cunningly the muse
Sneaks in and in her
most persuasive way
Gets me to put fingers to
the keyboard
and write...

How she does it
I don't know
but better men and women than I
have tried to resist her alluring charms
and failed miserably

So the Score is Muse One, and Me Zero



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I and You are We

Between I and You
A Powerful Team
Is made

The Royal We
My friend
Is Us

And if you
Want to stretch
A point
For that is what
I and you
And we may do

Then the awesome
Famous
Infamous
They
Is us as well
In other eyes

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The Thaw

Full of complaints
thats me
Moan when the snow is here
Moan when it thaws

But like the cycle
of life
the snow comnes
the snow goes
and we
remain

The Bus Stop

Standing at the Bus Stop
On a Cold Winter's morning
Grey sky streaked with
Post apocalyptic pink

Branches of the trees
Wind like filigrees of
twined skeletons
bare and stark
In the Newcastle
Dawn

Copyright DK

Blahness

Today is blah
Cold with a cold
muffled
and fedup
I muse
on Life
Love
Creativity
and you

and blahness
retreats before
your radiant
smile