new year

in fear the new year here,
not ready,
the heart races,
while the mind reels,
hoping it all a dream.


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horses and toads

horses and toads,

and birds of green,

wait for the new year,

eyes unseeing.

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random

Mr. Wilson of comic strip fame,

a purple ice bag on his head,

orange and green,

surround his face,

while a fan sneaks sadly away,.

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a dream

a summer dream,

in the middle of winter,

the sun hot on my shoulder,

and the water cool,

begging for a swim.

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heads

heads alone,

by themselves,

looking for bodies,

on which to reside,

waiting patiently,

all in a line.

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duck

face in the center,

of who knows what,

a duck on the right,

if one tilts his head,

rivers flow,

an icy blue.

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Christmas tree

my tree found across the river,

Christmas safe,

for another year,

happy the children,

and parents,

with lights to string.

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turtles

turtles and fish,

in the air,

on the page so happy without a care,

time wasting,

their lives about spent,

turn the page.

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bugs

bugs on his shoulders,

bugs in his head,

the true the bugs,

more important than he.

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people

a woman in purple,

below a man in red,

next to the martian in green,

all waiting for winter to begin.

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eyes

eyes seen,

three of a kind,

super hero,

idiot,

and tan eyes,

so refined,

all soon eaten,

by the monster upon the page,

a darkish green.

in search of Christmas

in search of Christmas,

where is the tree,

the one destined for you and me,

search I will,

until the dark moon light,

Christmas begins,

with a search for a tree.

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trees

trees in the wind,

the wind blowing strong,

birds of the air,

all up and gone,

Winter is here,

a chill in the air.

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sea horses

sea horses,

and creatures with wiry arms,

the eye in danger,

as the fat man sings.

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in darkness

in darkness the beasts remain,

hidden from the daily sun,

able to scare and frighten,

all away,

except for the man in the tux.

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worms

worms or snakes,

ears are seen,

and eyes,

if one looks closely,

Romans,

helmets upon the head,

in days of yon.

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castle or lighthouse

a castle in small boys dreams,

built in the middle of a park,

within the prairie,

no water in sight,

surely a castle,

instead of a lighthouse.

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afraid

asleep or afraid,

hard to tell,

sanity saved,

by the bell,

tolling on the church miles away.

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bunny

bunny in red,

a playboy,

sure of himself,

confident in all he does.

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stud

the stud plays it cool,

behind glasses of blue,

watching birds of red,

on an egg of blue,

unsure of the rest of the painting.

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searching

searching for love,

the lonely come,

wanting only to be held,

and appreciated,

until the love used up,

and the well dry.

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wicked

the wicked woman watches her step daughter dance,

hips swaying,

happy for a moment,

so ever brief.

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snakes and things

snakes and things,

and ghoulish faces,

sleep an escape,

from the crazy scene,

waiting patiently,

until he awakes,

driving him insane.

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icy

the river flows,

yet ice begins to form on the north side,

cold, 

so very cold,

winter a season,

mostly just to survive.

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surreal

sleepless nights,

do penance on your knees,

eyes red,

and images real,

the whole painting,

surreal.

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lovers

lovers captured in a photograph,

in a world of colors and stripes,

unknown if the love true,

or only exists,

in the photograph.

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under the sea

strange the adventures at the bottom of the sea,

sea shells,

and creatures,

a salty lot,

while time marches on,

the year at an end.

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cliffs

cliffs overlooking the river,

a home to mankind,

through the eons,

a place that touches the soul,

and feels of home.

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stuffed animals

stuffed animals come to life,

demanding her attention,

and love,

at a loss for words,

she paralyzed,

questioning her sanity.

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hidden

faces seen,

as eyes gaze out from the canvas,

the world scary,

both within the painting,

and without.

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horses grazing

horses graze in the December cold,

before the snows come,

and cover all the land,

gray the hills,

and sparse the grass,

as Winter knocks upon the door.

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