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Mossy

May 21, 2018 Leave a comment
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“Mossy” (c)Lawrence A Capozzolo

SWB Bad Poetry at it’s best:

Mossy,
in the morning a little bit glossy.

Slick,
it ain’t gonna help you light a candle wick.

Slippy,
nothing giving that super tight grip.

Green,
well … it’s usually green.

It’s a slick mossy rock,
you expected more?

-SWB

We decided to compliment your “case of the Mondays” with our “case of bad poetry” ….. enjoy. You gotta admin – the pic is cool, though.

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Rocks Of Life

May 18, 2018 Leave a comment
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“Steady Ways” (c)Lawrence A Capozzolo

Rocks of life,
perceived rules within.

Maybe just something to lean on,
ridding the conflicts within.

Ways of the world,
flow past these rocks.

Never held back,
never blocked.

Pains of the paste cleaned away,
not able to turn back stay.

Leaned on for rest … they’re use never second best,
clearing stress cleaning life emptying mess.

Rocks of life.

-SWB

Blue

May 18, 2018 Leave a comment
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“Blue Life” (c)Lawrence A Capozzolo

Skies blue,
red occasional few.

Never seen below,
but controlling many a tide.

Floating through life,
free of all anguish.

Glowing with guidance,
a creature followed rarely.

It’s free mind,
never staying behind.

Never restless, never lost,
happiness acquired without any cost.

Hands out reaching to distances unknown,
always making its current place home.

A blue life it seems would be sad,
a blue life always rejoicing to be had.

-SWB

Once The Living

May 17, 2018 Leave a comment
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“Living Was Once” (c)Lawrence A Capozzolo

Living was once a thing,
treasured by all.

Then we forgot,
forgot all.

Waking to light,
was savored by the mass.

Leading a life,
helping the less.

Living was once a thing,
that all beings did.

Forgetting about self,
remembering all others.

Lifting a finger,
giving an arm.

Powering a light,
for many without sight.

Living was once a thing,
that we all remembered.

Raising children,
for families distraught.

Feeding a void,
that should never be empty.

invigorating a need,
by planting a seed.

Living was once a thing,
that we all once did.

-SWB

Natural

May 16, 2018 Leave a comment
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“The Leaves” (c)Lawrence A Capozzolo

Natural to listen,
voices in the leaves.

Songs being whispered,
within the trees long wise.

Command to all,
how to avoid the fall.

Wind giving wishes to the crowd,
honoring those spoken aloud.

Natural to think,
ambition speaking wild.

The worlds amongst the branches,
living unknown, seeming complete.

Passing to the right, blind,
talking reality to those unseen.

Working the words from times prevailed,
wondering the thoughts from mistakes.

Natural to all,
natural to fall.

-SWB

Taking The Path

May 16, 2018 Leave a comment
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“Guidance” (c) Lawrence A Capozzolo

Taking the path to a place unknown,
nudging me far from home.

Too many turns into new,
forgetting friends too few.

A railing to guide in the dark,
clearly working out direction.

Hearing sounds of the journey alone,
wondering with blurry sight.

Wishing the path would end in light.

-SWB

The Green

May 15, 2018 Leave a comment
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“Green In Me” (c)Lawrence A Capozzolo

Growing in a concrete world,
softening the hardship in life.

Natural in it’s dreams,
the green in me.

Blades waiving in the wind,
buffering the bad that has been.

Part of fixing strife,
it’s existence crucial.

Part of living life,
food for the lost.

Coloring cities – taking bland away,
keeping those thinking to not stay.

Many a decision green makes,
from the simple to the critical every day.

Green in life,
makes everything OK.

-SWB