Bryan Taplits

I paid her once a compliment
Flattered, she fluttered her eyes,
Yes, I was preparing for another affair-
So I got ready for my new enterprise.
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The thing with age that lets you down-
until you figuratively creep on the ground,
Retrieving what no longer is there
A quest imprinted-no longer found.
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What a store and a delight-
A stratagem which I believe,
A fevered fount
(Where votes all count) -
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A cloud came out, the sun went in
More drizzle was my life
I prayed then hoped-but just got rope-
My heart: All slice and diced!
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The Revolving World re-circled
From within its dizzy theme,
And all on Earth knew the search
Was of each person's comraderie being.
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I like to think and enjoy-
while walking in the woods,
A lark it is to prance, sashay-
And also
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'Don't look my way, ' the poet said to me,
He sneered and sobbed
at this unbidden clod,
Before my strangled plea.
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Ah. Those rose colored days of long ago
Where everyone remembered our names,
We both skipped to tunes of unforgettable times-
And soon my fire kindled into a flame.
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"I've always loved my unibrow
So plan to always keep it.
Since God hath guided me from above-
I've sown- and now will reap it.
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A 'hope' which I want to keep
I carefully stuff in my sack,
An embodiment that urges me on-
So that I never need look back.
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I'm so glad that I eventually met you;
But I'm so sorry for my aged years-
and the tense,
Please, take care of yourself on your by-way
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Though many years now separate
Some things will never fade,
That buoyancy of my youth I remember well-
Now that I reach my seventh decade.
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A cheeky man there was one day
He spat a wad at me,
It missed- and it spent in the wind-
Fortunate-ly.
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Though the steps that lead to heaven were short-
They were never by an airliner
Or jet,
At times, yes, the scenes seemed so elongated,
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The stars desist their twinkling blinks
The moon now hides its gloss,
The ripples on time's silver streams
Are nothing-
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The blaze of youth glares to a fire
But never looks to drown his torch,
For the more unrestrained whither that flare exists
The higher becomes his floor.
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She's not drear like the curtsying heavens
Where the clouds they drip their doom,
She's more like the rising Dawn-
'Mischief's' spawn-
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"My lot is now diminished,
Under an anguished and sordid sun
I'm out of tears
at my spouse's death,
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Heaven's Vault seems delightful-
Its moonlight we have all felt,
It's a land of dreams, a land of "seems"
Which we can visit-
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Shadows form on the horizon's verge
The oceans and rivers run high,
The mountains and alps toward skyway each surge
As one stumbles-and wonders-and sighs.
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