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Norman Goldstein

Wild flowers

Wild flowers
In a vase
Tightly held
The narrow neck design
Working well
To hold in place
Captured blossoms
Now but ornament
To please
Till wither robs the glow
And drooped and drained
We let them go
No applause for what they gave
The rubbish heap their grave
We notice not the buds within
Life still clinging to hope so thin
We discard so easily
What was once so pretty
Ironic gestures
Deserve no pity………………….

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

Time you thief robbing me so I never felt a lost moment or your rushing me forward
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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
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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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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not great expectations

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

Three doors await along life’s corridor passage only through one a necessary choice needed to be made
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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Lost Eden

I speak of what was lost Since I came upon this place Once a garden tendered strong Now weeds and dry earth did replac… My Eden
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a garden tender

There is no capture for my words no pen or paper here inside me
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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a lost friend

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