Tag
If life’s a game,
It needs a flag,
Some wavy name,
Let’s call it Tag,
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The chase of her,
All sunshine fine,
It lets you dream,
Content is mine,
But then this rule,
There is no bliss,
And life plays on,
In one last kiss,
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Or what of he,
All kind and sage,
You joined that game,
Ignored his age,
And then he went,
No time to claim,
The field is empty,
Except for pain,
Life is a sport,
But gather near,
There’s extra rules,
That you must hear,
There is a way,
To take the heart,
And mend each break,
Find freshest start,
Just play again,
With her or he,
Present your pain,
For them to see,
Tell them the truth,
Or lie with care,
Say in this game,
It’s only fair,
I take my hurt,
Each every bit,
And pass it on,
Cause Tag you’re it.
Poem:
(Fantastic)
Behind a Gumdrop mountain,
Or across the silver streams,
I drop that every whisper hurt,
In high and mighty dreams,
Upon a winged horse,
With Elves a dearest friend,
I charge along adventure,
To find a mythic end,
All words so deeply written,
A binding novel tight,
I play a Tolkien story,
And lose obsessive sight,
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Yet even in fantastic,
Such dreams a longed for true,
Your loss is fresh as ever,
And I can’t forget you.
A Place For Poetry: Part 4
Poem:
(Fantastic)
Behind a Gumdrop mountain,
Or across the silver streams,
I drop that every whisper hurt,
In high and mighty dreams,
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Upon a winged horse,
With Elves a dearest friend,
I charge along adventure,
To find a mythic end,
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All words so deeply written,
A binding novel tight,
I play a Tolkien story,
And lose obsessive sight,
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Yet even in fantastic,
Such dreams a longed for true,
Your loss is fresh as ever,
And I can’t forget you.