Dying From The Common Cold
I am sorry if I’ve hurt you.
My wish is to do no harm.
And yet I clumsily trip an avalanche,
While trying to keep warm.
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So much time in left field,
As I strive to be in center.
Summer is fast approaching.
I’m frozen in a bitter winter.
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Will I smile again?
Will the sun ever shine?
And why do I miss the kiss,
Of one who was never mine?
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I’ve survived a thousand wars,
To merely die of the common cold.
And how does one fall so short,
Of dreams that once were bold?
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~Micky Dee~
…05-11-13…
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The Ever-flowing River Of Time
Act straight!
Be normal!
Life should be,
Organized and formal.
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It’s a straight shot.
It’s black and white!
Keep your eyes on the prize,
To get to the light!
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But light is deflected,
As is done with a prism,
And the lack of insight,
Will fortify your prison.
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It’s an ebb and flow,
And a continual sphere,
But be still and know,
And for now… be here.
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~Micky Dee~
…6-21-13…
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Comments
I don't think you know how good you are, dearest poet.
This had me pressing all the buttons except funny.
Love you, man. Take care.
Your dreams are still bold, Micky Dee. You write the truth with unflinching boldness and raw honesty. Never doubt that you are an inspiration.
Beautiful poems.I really enjoyed reading them.Voted up
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