ugly

ugly colors,

ugly hair,

ugly people,

full of despair.

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scary

scary the painting,

as if a bird is loose,

peck, peck,

revenge sweet.

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lover

he professed his love,

but she played in cool,

hat over her eyes,

until the night time comes.

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dinosaurs

a mountain,

and a dinosaur,

what else is to be said.

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eyes

eyes nowhere on the page,

yet seem to exist,

lonely boy,

and quiet girl,

blue shades,

I can't resist.

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blame

blame to share,

the voices clear,

yet eyes stare,

at the guilty.

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imps

they beg her forgiveness,

but she pretends not to see,

hoping their existence,

is only in her dreams.

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river

river so holy,

river serene,

lost to me,

when I thrown out of paradise,

no money to pay my bill.

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the dancer

she dances,

in their minds,

trying hard not to think of her,

blue donkeys,

come to mind.

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the river revisited

the river revisited once again,

this time in watercolors,

the oil paints,

left in their case.

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a farmer and his wife

a farmer puffs his pipe,

while his wife fights her rage,

trapped indoors,

with cooking and cleaning,

the jealous monster must be controlled.

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reflections

reflections in the sun,

tree covered hills,

waiting for the wind to blow.

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a couple

a couple prepares to leave,

the woman begins to pack,

the man angry,

to start again.

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fog

fog over the city,

both water and sky,

the answer not spoken,

or was the question,

why.

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masks

masks upon the page,

different colors,

yet all the same.

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canyons

canyons to the sound,

the soil is bad,

by holy,

stones where angels tread.

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the proposal

the woman says no,

the fish examines his hand,

the mask laughs,

and the eye is sad.

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sandhill river

river no larger than a stream,

lost in the hills,

hoping to grow,

and battle the sand.

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the angel

the angel,

with the same hairdo as the president,

trapped in the painting,

yelling to get out.

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watercolor

watercolor river,

the scene familiar,

life a loop,

played,

over and over.

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dancing bears

dancing bears,

and anthems from on high,

joyous the moment,

smile the days on by.

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gentle cold

the old barn,

wrapped in snow,

a gentle blanket of white,

keeping the memories alive.

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house wife

house wife,

trapped in a dream,

or maybe,

just hanging clothes.

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pond

pond serene,

trees of green,

eden,

on a summer day.

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elvis

elvis spotted,

but don't look too hard,

the party just beginning,

oh when will it end.

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bluffs

bluffs by the river,

hiding the sun,

or maybe the river,

lost in hills of sand.

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a marriage

an angry wife,

a guilty husband,

the truth not known,

but look at him run.

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water falls

water falls,

surreal,

but close the eyes,

and listen to the sound,

magical.

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the view

looking inside,

ugly the view seen,

snakes,

and worms,

and other scary things.

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River Run

almost out of its bank,

the river runs,

on the prairie plains,

where water quite dear.

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