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Norman Goldstein

a lost friend

Joy
A lost friend
When did you leave?
There was no fond embrace
Or hug goodbye
One moment here
And then you disappeared  
I shall travel on
Without you now
My new friends
Small comfort
Take what you get
It will happen soon
I shall abide them
Hopefully not too long.

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What happened to tomorrow It was just here yesterday What happened to tomorrow It seems to have run away Taking with it all my dreams
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twisted cloud

If I were a twisted cloud I would have the wind to blame For the awful shape I’m in But being not of vapor made wispy and spread across the sky
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a song

There’s a song I didn’t sing, I have a tin ear. It goes through my mind tune less, Like a sound that almost was there… I so miss the music that isn’t in…
Wild flowers

Wild flowers In a vase Tightly held The narrow neck design Working well
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give or take

Belief in what I know Indeed thin ice upon which to skat… With much cold water and little ai… My burning question has always been
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tick tock

The clock on the wall mocks me With its simple gears and a helpfu… A drop of oil here and there It will pass the time relentlessly Never having to stop and rest
embers

The flames leap higher eager, young and ever reaching for the sky And as the fire dances its dance We elders sit and watch
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not great expectations

I expect little And I always find More than I need An abundance So easily perceived
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judgement

“Judgment” How cruel the word in this less than perfect world Giving allowance to all measuring by absurd standards
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surprising Uncle Marcus

I walked through a graveyard It was dusk short of night I marveled at my sense of fright Expecting rising ghouls or bloody… Sticking through the well trimmed…
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an old friend

I had it under control Deep deep in my darkness Dwelled a monster purest black That made my life a mess I escaped I thought
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the quiet so sound

The quiet of being me I need no bombast No crowds of adoring people Only the quiet of me Listening to the voice that whispe…
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Survival

It holds us well An unbreakable spell Cast long ago In evolutionary creation “survival first”
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a poem speaks

Thank you for waking me From my slumber I do not live without you I must be read To be alive
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a Swiss chalet far away

Conspiracy They plot away In some secret mountain retreat Nestled in the Swiss Alps A chalet tended by deaf servants
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