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dry and brittle As the pages of life turn dry and brittle, I wonder how so much or how so little. How’ve the days just passed me by? What about what I did and didn’t try? How I’ve lived and how I’ve died, truths I’ve lived and lies I’ve lied. How’ve the days all slipped away? What about lost nights and days? Loves I’ve loved and loves I’ve lost, heads or tales, the coins I’ve tossed. How’ve the days of loving ceased? What about the loves released? Roads I’ve traveled near or far, wishes forgotten, upon a star. How’ve the dreams all gone astray? What about the long, forgotten way? © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Image by:  By Fredericks at it.wikipedia, CC-BY-SA-3.0 from Wikimedia Commons If you enjoyed this poem, find more  here.

Coffee sips, have tastes that vary. Tongue and mouth, rich substance tells of roasted beans where flavors marry. Grinder function yields perfect grind. Delicious, bold flavor compels. Cups filled high, a pleasant find. Kenyan, Kona, French Roast, too, hot water surge, fragrant smells, aromas herald, special brew. Potion's promise, ground fresh beans, caffeine rush, morning swells, coffee's heaven, no in-betweens. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Photo  By godidwlr If you enjoyed this poem, find more  here.

Love Allergy When Spring-time sends love so dear, sneezes and wheezes, spoil the time of year. When Cupid's love arrow, flings and flies, it sends me itchy, scratchy eyes. When Romance, fills the air, my eyes swell and I shed a tear. When Love Songs begin to play, coughing, coughing comes to stay. When Love Poems sing and rhyme, breaths come slow, breaths out of time. When love triangles abound, I nearly pass out, fall to the ground. When reading love stories that are the rage, my fingers get numb, I can’t turn the page. Love causes these reactions, you see, because I have the dreaded, Love Allergy. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Image By kodomut via flickr I have to say this post was inspired by the dear and inspiring +Adrianna Joleigh If you've ever read any of her posts, you will find the wittiest, talented, and sweetest G plussers commenting. The consensus was that it is better to have a Love Allergy than to be immune to love. If y...

Vulgar Vulgar - a word that's hard to rhyme. For some, vulgarity constitutes a crime. Being crude is rude of course; some people just have no remorse for being gross in prose or rhyme, speaking, and perverse joking all the time. Some take pride, no shame they hide. Unwashed words are spoken in stride. But I'm not here naming names of those engaged in coarse word games. Or those who have a potty mouth, spewing forth verbs uncouth, spotty vernacular on display. Common words are oft’ in play. Indecent is their very best, common thoughts their words suggest. Lowborn language used to slight, the rest endure this awful plight. So here I venture to suggest, “Cease all plebeian, earthy jest!” (I wrote this on a blog post. I think it was one of  +Adrianna Joleigh 's out of control postings! I thought I needed to post something, since it has been awhile.) © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long If you enjoyed this offering, you can fi...

These poems are dedicated to my friend +kim hodges  and to new love.             Love Builds          MARCUZZI AND FRA By lufra Love builds, blossoms, blooms. Love covers, hovers, discovers. Love flowers, showers, empowers. Love thinks, remembers, forgets. Love grows, knows, shows. Love shields, yields, heals. Love finds, blinds, binds. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Love Makes Love makes you fly, gets you high. Love makes laugh, makes you cry. Love makes you sigh,  makes you wanna try. Love gets you giddy, makes you feel pretty, Love empowers you to take a city! Love makes you happy,  makes you feel sappy. Love makes your heart sing, Love gives you thoughts of queens and kings. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Photo  By CynthiaNaniOKeefe If you enjoyed these poems, find more  here.

Know what annoys me? Those small, ubiquitous, amorphous pieces of plastic bags annoy me. They turn up everywhere. Yesterday I found one in my wallet attached to a receipt. You know what they are! They can be blue or white or tan or beige. I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a pack of cheese. Guess what was attached! They seem to have magnetic or adhesive or static connections to the oddest objects, in the strangest places. I grabbed a folder of pages I'm trying to whittle down to go paperless and pulled out a page. Lo and Behold! I found a piece of plastic bag. I guess they exist because the plastic bags can never be completely and thoroughly cut. These pieces must hover in space and attach themselves to whatever they can find. I pulled my keys out of my pocket a few minutes ago and guess what I found? Yep! Know what annoys me? These small, ubiquitous, amorphous pieces of plastic bags annoy me. © 2013 ajwrites57 A ...

Photo  by Rachel Sarai via Flickr Heroes Gone Where have all the heroes gone? Men with vision, dusk to dawn. Hope and passion, strength and fire, Men who burn and never tire. Truth and justice in their hands,  spreading forth to worldwide lands.  Power wielding, power sharing,  men with wisdom, always daring.  Men endued with love and care,  Hearts of gold, gold to spare.  Where have all the heroes gone?  Men who's fight fights on. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long More poems and articles can be found  here.