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Norman Goldstein

not great expectations

I expect little
And I always find
More than I need
An abundance
So easily perceived
Is a gift indeed
Wanting more I found out early
Was the path to despair
Life was never fair
When enough was too little
I settle for much less now
In great happiness…..

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C. Knappe Nic Hession
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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…
fame

The cheer of the crowd Loud… reaching low lying clouds Shaking the angels From their soft sleep Attention now drawn
Survival

It holds us well An unbreakable spell Cast long ago In evolutionary creation “survival first”
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what happened to tomorrow

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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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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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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just a whisper

The endless road ends All that I denied is now accepted The blackness of eternity beckons leaving me this brief moment I cling to even
a lost friend

Joy A lost friend When did you leave? There was no fond embrace Or hug goodbye
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a simple man

A cool breeze enters the forest ca… leaves are already falling and arr… in a circle beneath Keeping warm the smallest root Cupping the morning dew
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Wild flowers

Wild flowers In a vase Tightly held The narrow neck design Working well
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rites seem wrong

The rites seem wrong It gets in the way When I wish to pray I know there is a belief in me That has been warped
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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
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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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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I know the dance

Oh I know the dance Called life It has a nice beat And I move my feet To the rhythm



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