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“Time” a poem

Posted on December 31, 2020December 29, 2020 by seanboydnyc 
What time is it?
What is it, time?
Is it time? What?
Time, is it what?
It is time
Posted in PoemsTagged Poem, Poems, poetry, poets

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We practice all life
Our experience no help
Love is always new

Travel ever when
at daybreak the tide rolls out
ports of foreign call

Bombs fall from the sky
politics of aggression
war is no answer

A dog day dawning
the sky is raining cats
think I’ll stay in side

Morning comes early
still the day of creation
starlings on the wing

Mindplay of sunbeams
rays out on a summer day
bothered by the wind

Nothing can be done
fell asleep thinking haiku
woke with pen in hand

Ladies standing wet
will rain ever cease to fall
puddle kids go splash

As the rosy finger of dawn
caresses your head
Oh, to lay my smile upon your bed!

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