Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 394

Earlier this week, my car broke down around Lexington, Kentucky. So I spent the night in an unexpected place while my car got repaired by a nice mechanic named Tony, who owns Tony’s Automotive Repair.

For today’s prompt, write a repair poem. Could be about repairing a car or a bike, sure, but there are other possibilities. For instance, the poem could be about repairing a relationship or repairing yourself, whether physically, mentally, or psychologically. Or if you’re not feeling that, write a poem about something unexpected (good or bad).

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Here’s my attempt at a Repair Poem:

“when you feel in disrepair”

take this heart & shove it
into your own chest
before you forget how
it feels between beats

these strange butterfly wings
that string your stomach
together like a quilt
you always call home

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132 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 394

  1. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    Perspectives
    by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    The mind tends to wander sometimes
    while waiting for tow trucks…

    Funny how that ticket late last night
    helped put the car into a ditch this afternoon,
    and how Gravestones are good at remembering dates
    and rubbings, betrayals and forget-me-nots.

    And it got me thinking how somewhere along the way
    this Love had become a submerged Gator
    with only eyes above the surface, watching….waiting
    while you busied yourself finding ways to cheat Death.

    Maybe this ditch was meant to lure me back to being single again,
    respect the time apart, forgive, and then move on.
    Maybe the old memories are sometimes just for strength to
    help you figure out when it’s time to cut your losses and shove off.

    I’m done tearing up ancient poems for you,
    some things in Life just aren’t worth the repairs.

    © 2017 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  2. Danny Ballan

    Two Hands

    I have tried so hard to repair a heart
    but it takes two to work the miracle—
    of veins bursting open alone in the dark
    of light leaking through the impossible.

    With two, dead ends will come back alive;
    the day the world ended was not so mean—
    like a queen missing would kill a hive,
    but a hive it takes to crown a queen.

    One hand to rip the world apart,
    two hands to put it back together—
    you wreaked havoc, unfixable you thought my heart;
    it is still sky you thought I’m going under.

    Don’t care about your classification, here I’ll slowly mend,
    alone in here, I’m not; I’ve already found another hand.

    Danny Ballan
    May 30, 2017

    1. ppfautsch24

      REPAIR THY HEART
      Night is clear,
      heart slowly untangles
      the knots of the day.
      Hushed lull to sleep,
      lifted rhythms of repair
      to quake and quiver anew.
      As your in and out
      rejuvenates me and
      my made to love heart.
      By Pamelap

  3. PowerUnit

    Make that phone call, if you will
    send her a card, and some chocolates won’t hurt,
    but throw the bad ones away,
    nobody likes pineapple anyway,
    and few like coffee-filled.

    Save the cherry for a rainy day,
    but close the covers of those magazines;
    pay attention to the sounds of the bells,
    the ticks of the clocks,
    the talking heads as they swell.

  4. writinglife16

    TO ARRANGE

    The fake flowers were bent.
    I fixed them as the kitten watched.
    When I stepped back,
    she hopped up and
    rearranged them.
    I guess she saw something I didn’t.

  5. Eileen S

    Manchester Bombing 2017

    Show courage Manchester, don’t be scared.
    Band together; let your arena be repaired.
    Attacks like Manchester’s create fears
    as the onlookers of the world shed tears.

    Let’s commemorate those who died.
    Let’s be happy that most survived.
    Those who performed this cowardly act
    will be dealt with when we know the facts.

  6. Tracy Davidson

    Broken

    My heart’s offline,
    it needs repair,
    drained of feeling,
    for love’s not there.

    Sharp words punctured
    it’s throbbing sac,
    and trust cannot
    be transfused back.

  7. PKP

    Time

    after the mri’s they
    tried – this and that
    even sliced him open
    and stitched him back
    but when the soul is
    ready to soar – when
    its time has come the
    body resists all repair
    as it readies itself for
    takeoff – no repair
    required for flight …

  8. PKP

    she penned poems
    sent favorite flowers
    folded origami apologies
    and haiku mea culpas
    she let months roll
    seasons turn and sat
    still and patient for the
    tide to turn – never for
    an instant in the kaleido-
    scope of consideration
    embracing the other’s
    commitment to dis-
    repair

  9. Jrentler

    ax-me

    if my crown’s turned brown
    for my heartwood’s pecked
    & your initials scar

    how is one to grow
    so far from the ground?

    my roots, a tangle of almosts
    & mites

    these branches, not made to roost

    budless, fruitless
    i sway & wait for wind

  10. grcran

    repair

    birds weren’t joking feeder broke
    they found it on the ground
    attachment of the hanging wire
    expired the thing fell down
    used a splitshot as a clamp and
    crimped it that failed too
    word got round the bird cult and
    resulting rumors flew
    penitent the owners hung their
    heads they sang new songs
    took a proper copper wire ab-
    solving righted wrongs
    birds resumed their chirping
    burping slurping at birdbath
    working feeder meets the needs
    denies new avian wrath

    gpr crane

  11. Uma

    re-
    pair me
    with you

    again

    even though
    we have left
    pieces of us
    in our wake

    and each time
    we glue us
    back together

    we are different

    But we can fill
    the gaps
    with who
    we have become

    Perhaps we will
    still fit together

    imperfectly

  12. mapoet

    New Soles

    The shoes were worn out.
    They had holes where
    the foot met the pavement
    and broken stitches near the toes.
    The shoemaker replaced the soles
    and brought them back to life.

    By Michelle Pond

  13. Arash

    The Lab
    by Arash

    We’re waiting to hear our numbers.
    Later we brace ourselves for stings.
    I saw mine smacking its thin lips,
    Looking like a fat greedy fly.
    All around I see perspiring bodies
    That fear how they’ll be graded
    Under judging microscopes shortly.
    There never is an essay portion,
    Defending your brokenness.
    This feels like a beauty contest,
    No chance for old hearts and livers.
    The red ink is most unforgiving:
    Fix these and come back again,
    Say the numbers looking very grim.

  14. Anthony94

    Daisy Chain Break

    It was the broken stem in the daisy chain
    that liberated me, the one bent in two
    by a bit too many four-square tie-offs
    right behind the spiky white head.

    Repair was to cut it out, pinch it free,
    and untie it, break the chain, then
    search the grassy patch for a perfect
    strand to put back into place. Soon

    I’d lose interest, unwind the loops
    from neck and waist, itch the latest
    crop of chiggers and pull up my socks.
    Rub a bit of mud on my hands before

    spinning the chain toward the cats,
    the ever grateful, the trio that alone
    knew I had successfully avoided
    weeding for at least an hour.

  15. mschied

    The Snap

    It’s been a long time coming
    the always wanting to say
    but biting it back because
    any other time, you are the
    helpful, wise, go-to-kind
    of person, the queen of the
    school. But today I think the
    power may have gone to your
    head because the indignation
    behind your annoyance would
    seem to indicate no one has
    ever spoken to you like I did.
    But what did you expect? After
    one-hundred sixty pokes and
    prods, I finally responded, just
    not the way you wanted me to.

  16. MET

    Those things that cannot be repaired…

    There are things in this world
    That cannot be repaired.

    A tree once it is cut down
    Can never be restored.

    Trust once betrayed
    Will never be completely healed.

    Words never said
    Cannot be said when a person dies.

    Words said in hate and anger
    Will never be unheard.

    A species once extinct
    Does not ever come back.

    But we can repair
    What we can while we live.

    We can think before we speak,
    Stop before we destroy, and
    Give more than we ever receive.

    Mary Elizabeth Todd
    May 24, 2017

  17. MET

    The First Repair Had to be Me

    The question is not what needs fixing,
    But what doesn’t….
    I think the list would be shorter.
    I need a new dishwasher, a few lights need repairing,
    A couple of ceiling fans need replacing.
    My recliner is reaching towards its last days,
    My dishwasher needs to be replaced, and
    My washer is on the blink.
    My knee needs replacing, and
    The light my nephew changed
    Cause it blinks and he who did not live here
    Could not stand it, but at least it did not burn out,
    And I did not have to get a ladder
    Cause I am vertically challenged, and
    Had no energy to get the ladder
    Let alone change a light bulb, but
    He did not ask why I kept it there
    When he changed it.
    He did not know the dark hole
    I was tumbling into slowly
    As my iron levels tumbled downward, and
    As I began to get better,
    My kitchen faucet decided not to work.
    As I said the list is shorter for what works
    Not for what needs fixing…

    But here is the thing,
    When I was in a dark hole
    I did not notice these things so much.
    I just got thru the day
    Barely breathing, and
    Certainly…not living…
    But now that I see what needs to be done.
    It will be done cause;
    I have energy again, and
    I am me, and I fix things.
    The first thing I had to fix was me.

    Mary Elizabeth Todd
    May 24, 2017

  18. thunk2much

    Good boy, Snoopy

    There is no fixing,
    no miracle to be had
    but he asks us with
    his big brown eyes,
    to do something and
    so we fix the way we
    think about life and
    we make the appointment
    that damned appointment
    and until Friday we’ll be
    reminding him with all we have
    what a good boy he is
    and wishing for something
    to buy us all more time.

  19. headintheclouds87

    Panic’s Puppet

    I’m all too quick to panic,
    Easily shaken and rattled
    By diving into needless battles,
    Yes, I’m not always very selective
    About where my stress is directed,
    Expecting a swift resolution
    After an impromptu mental explosion,
    And broken pieces to magically reform
    Following each inevitable storm
    Of clouds which cannot be changed
    Nor controlled, yet still I attempt to.
    It is only after the eventual calm
    That I can stand back and repair
    The further damage I have done,
    And find the correct answer.
    If only the mind made its move first,
    Before the heart hastily runs in
    Then I might just spare myself
    From this misguided torture
    And recover the rational me for good.

  20. timphilippart

    Redux

    They were quite the pair in High School,
    married two weeks before the diploma,
    twins born one year after
    strolling to Pomp and Circumstance.

    He began the first year
    of the first decade
    at the steel mill.

    She balanced a twin on each knee,
    wondering, for the first time,
    what might have been.

    After three decades of
    sweating over rolling steel,
    he wanted out.

    After sending four babies
    off to conquer the world,
    she wanted in to life.

    They agreed on things like,
    too young, never grew up,
    we were just kids, never tasted life.

    Adult kids wept like babies
    as the divorce came through,
    and the pair went their ways.

    Two weeks before the class of ’66
    reunited at their 50th,
    a few witnessed the wedding.

    They had given up living to taste life.
    Now, they spit it out.
    The former pair was re-pairing.

  21. Nancy Posey

    Repaired

    What can’t be repaired
    with duct tape,
    bondo,
    staples
    or stitches?

    Broken dreams
    broken hearts
    broken trust

    But like bones,
    healing stronger
    at the point of break,

    those fragile things
    once repaired,
    lacking pristine
    perfection,
    attain a new beauty,
    new strength.

  22. carolemt87

    Not sure this really fits the theme…but something I wanted to share.

    Helpless ~ for my sister

    I find you again locked behind
    rooms of razor wire
    on the other side of
    crevassed glaciers
    fractured like broken mirrors
    and I run to the outdoor
    hybrid sportsman store
    for crampons
    climbing gear
    bolt cutters.

    Cabella’s white bright bulbs beam
    and I trace my fingers
    along shelves lined with Seroquel
    Klonopin
    Tofranil
    Effexor
    The bottles disappear shimmering
    and my hand comes away empty.

    I stand at the checkout behind a troop
    of Boy Scouts buying beef jerky
    canoe paddles and life jackets
    and in my cart
    a shortened rope
    crampons two sizes too small
    and a long handled pair
    of rusty bolt cutters.

    Carol Carpenter

  23. De Jackson

    Mr. Fixit Tries to Spackle the Moon

    Too soon,
    he realizes it’s use
    -less; she’s born
           too many
    scars. And besides,
    she’s shrinking again.
    Waning until she’s
    weightless, wantless,
    willed and whiled
    to sky.

    Ask him why
    he keeps at it,
    and he’ll tell you this:
    240 million light years,
    and one star-stung
                      kiss.

    ::

  24. Walter J Wojtanik

    PRELUDE TO PROMISES

    She embraced him with gentle caresses,
    limbs surrounding hearts so cautiously
    that their steps failed to leave prints.
    Cheeks tinted with the flush of true love
    seasoned by the prelude to promises.

    His words flow in waves, drifts of foamy spray
    offering vivid reminders that rest on the tip
    of their tongues, where “I love you” repairs them,
    echoing, never sounding tinny or hollow. Following
    hearts that take their lead in the prelude to promises.

    Eye to eye they fix their gaze;
    in the nick of time they are mended.
    Insidious intrusions of love’s determined dart
    splitting hearts to be rejoined again as one,
    heartbeats of passion in the prelude to promises.

  25. Walter J Wojtanik

    THE FIX IS IN

    Let me fix you up with some coffee
    good and hot to jump start your heart .

    Let me fix you some juice
    freshly squeezed just to please.

    Let me fix you an English muffin
    or if you rather, toasted bread and jam instead.

    Let me fix you some bacon,
    (you always love when I’m makin’ bacon!)

    Let me fix you some eggs,
    sunny-side up or scrambled, and when you get up

    Let me fix you up for a lifetime
    of many more pleasing breakfasts such as these

    Let me fix the bed and you
    can rest your head beside mine.

    We’ll be fine. Let me fix you.

  26. Connie Peters

    Daddy Can

    My four-year-old
    brought me her burst balloon.
    “Fix it,” she said.

    “I’m sorry,” I said. “I can’t.”
    With confidence, she proclaimed,
    “Daddy can!”

    Reminding me to bring
    impossibly broken things
    to God, knowing,

    “Daddy can!”

  27. tripoet

    Stepmother

    Her mother
    said
    the child
    would
    always
    hate me.
    So I tried
    everything
    I knew
    to make
    this
    not come
    true.
    But I learned
    you can’t
    get ahead of
    a mother’s
    hate
    and her child.

  28. taylor graham

    IN HIS DEAFNESS

    What could Beethoven
    in his deafness know of those silent
    gray wastes: cold war, drought, famine?
    What could his music repair?
    Oh the passion of hearing only in his head
    sent his fingers galloping across
    the keys till hooves met ocean spray
    against hard land,
    gratitude of the heart pulsing music
    beating in his ears – odes
    to joy, to freedom, to life-in-spite-of –
    of course he could hear.

  29. Walter J Wojtanik

    IF IT AIN’T BROKE, DON’T FIX IT

    Change for the sake of change is a fools game.
    It isn’t always the better way. We find that things
    aren’t always broken, they’re just older, or slower,
    or in need of a little jostle every now and again.
    A few creaks and sprains and strains do not
    facilitate trying to go one better or fixing
    what doesn’t need fixing. You may be asking
    for trouble. Do not burst the bubble.
    If it ain’t broke, there’s no need to un-break it!

  30. De Jackson

    Carrying over the Triolet Play with Walt from yesterday/last week…

    An Overzealous Salesman at the Dealership Repair Shop

    Splurge when you are on the verge
    of needing something new!
    That old jalopy’s got no more surge,
    so splurge when you are on the verge!
    When’s the last time you easily merged?
    Only top of the line will do!
    Splurge when you are on the verge
    of needing something new!

    1. Walter J Wojtanik

      …last month/ last year… the never-ending triolet

      REPAIR OR REPLACE

      Maybe you can fix it, or you may need something new!
      Either way, what ever it is won’t be the same again.
      You can repair or replace it, that’s up to you,
      Maybe you can fix it, or you may need something new!
      We all like new things, but thing aren’t made like they used to
      be. So there may be a benefit for being on the mend.
      Maybe you can fix it, or you may need something new!
      Either way, what ever it is won’t be the same again.

      1. De Jackson

        Re:Paired (or Un-)

        Either way, whatever it is won’t be the same again.
        (You can mend a heart, but it’s still got cracks.)
        The scars remain, more tears you’ll spend,
        for whatever it is won’t be the same again.
        But new’s not so bad, let me tell you, then:
        it just takes a little while to get your mojo back.
        Either way, whatever it is won’t be the same again.
        (You can mend a heart, but it’s still got cracks.)

        1. Walter J Wojtanik

          PATCHES AND STITCHES

          You can mend a heart, but it’s still got cracks.
          And there’s no hiding that the repairs are there.
          You can put a patch on it, but it’s still a fact,
          (You can mend a heart, but it’s still got cracks.)
          Even all sewn up it is clear, you got whacked.
          But these marks can add character, give you flair!
          You can mend a heart, but it’s still got cracks.
          And there’s no hiding that the repairs are there.

          1. De Jackson

            Aftermath

            There’s no hiding that the repairs are there
            when you spackle yourself back together.
            People may very well still stop and stare,
            cuz there’s no hiding the repairs that are there.
            But pick yourself up with broken-winged care,
            because hope is a thing with feathers.
            There’s no hiding that the repairs are there
            when you spackle yourself back together.

          2. Walter J Wojtanik

            AFTER SHOP CLASS (?)

            When you spackle yourself back together,
            you’re truly on the road to a full recovery.
            Feathered to an invisible edge, whether
            you spackle yourself back together
            or not. You’ve got to forge through and weather
            the storm. You will make a great self-discovery,
            when you spackle yourself back together,
            you’re truly on the road to a full recovery.

          3. De Jackson

            After All the Ever-Afters

            You’re truly on the road to a full recovery
            (all cracks well-spackled, all holes sure-filled)
            when you realize the world’s one big discovery.
            Yes, you’re truly on the road to a full recovery
            when you realize scars aren’t so unlovely…
            sometimes they’re where the light’s best spilled.
            You’re truly on the road to a full recovery –
            all cracks well-spackled, all holes sure-filled.

          4. Walter J Wojtanik

            HAPPY FROM HERE ON OUT

            All your cracks are well-spackled, all holes sure-filled.
            All the repairs needed have been well-made
            and you can parade your finely-honed skill,
            for all your cracks are well-spackled, all holes sure-filled.
            And in its way it gives you an exuberance, a real-thrill
            and glad that you finally got it made in the shade.
            All your cracks are well-spackled, all holes sure-filled.
            All the repairs needed have been well-made

          5. De Jackson

            Fixed

            All the repairs needed have been well-made,
            and your washing machine is back on the job.
            That poor agitator was beginning to fade,
            but all the repairs needed have been well-made.
            It might cost you a fortune, but don’t be dismayed –
            thanks to the talents of Repairman Bob,
            all the repairs needed have been well-made,
            and your washing machine is back on the job.

          6. Walter J Wojtanik

            REPAIR MANUAL (LABOR)

            Your washing machine is back on the job,
            a little worse for wear, but working like a dream.
            It helps you not look like a slob,
            your “washing machine” is back on the job.
            All thanks to the work of a guy (whose name is not Bob)
            beating your clothed against a rock in the stream!
            Your “washing machine” is back on the job,
            a little worse for wear, but working like a dream.

          7. De Jackson

            The Dryer’s In Pretty Good Shape, Too

            It’s a little worse for wear, but working like a dream.
            (Don’t forget to add the fabric softener!)
            No need to get agitated, or for letting off steam:
            it’s a little worse for wear, but working like a dream.
            And thanks to Not-Bob, your clothes will be clean!
            Perhaps you should just clear the lint trap oftener!
            It’s a little worse for wear, but working like a dream.
            (Don’t forget to add the fabric softener!)

          8. Walter J Wojtanik

            HOW DO YOU SPELL REPAIR?

            Don’t forget to add the fabric softener
            to the eye of newt, wart of frog & hair of the dog,
            but don’t stand too close or you’ll start coughin’… Er,
            don’t forget to add the fabric softener!
            All you’ll get for your trouble is boil and bubble & a coffin
            that will be thrown into a foggy bog!
            Don’t forget to add the fabric softener
            to the eye of newt, wart of frog & hair of the dog.

          9. De Jackson

            Teach Me to Spell (I’ll Never Tell!)

            To the eye of newt, wart of frog and hair of the dog,
            simply add one small slice of rhubarb pie.
            To fully fix this recipe pedagogue
            of eye of newt, wart of frog and hair of the dog,
            you’ll also need one gigantic hog
            (and a shot of tequila – here’s mud in your eye!)
            To the eye of newt, wart of frog and hair of the dog,
            simply add one small slice of rhubarb pie.

          10. Walter J Wojtanik

            MY LIPS ARE SEALED

            Simply add one small slice of rhubarb pie,
            and I’ll clam up like a silent partner.
            That’s one thing I surely wouldn’t buy.
            Simply add one small slice of rhubarb pie,
            and I’ll not eat it! (I wouldn’t lie!)
            I’d make like a kindergartner.
            Simply add one small slice of rhubarb pie,
            and I’ll clam up like a silent partner.

          11. De Jackson

            Sealing My Fate

            I’ll clam up like a silent partner
            who doesn’t know the secret code.
            They can beg, and plea, and barter,
            but I’ll clam up like a silent partner
            who’s got nothing left to squander.
            What were we talking about? I don’t know!
            I’ll clam up like a silent partner
            who doesn’t know the secret code.

          12. Walter J Wojtanik

            STEALING MY FATE

            Who doesn’t know the secret code?
            Someone posted it online, now everyone knows.
            And as far as security goes, it doesn’t bode
            well. Who doesn’t know the secret code?
            It’s 379…something…BFD…Uh, C…reload…
            I forgot it! Apparently I don’t! As far as it goes,
            who doesn’t know the secret code?
            Someone posted it online, now everyone knows.

          13. De Jackson

            It’s Gone Viral

            Someone’s posted it online, now everyone knows
            and his reputation is beyond repair.
            It’s a scandal! He’s dismantled! He’s in the throes!
            Someone’s posted it online, now everyone knows.
            How can someone consume 200 Oreos?
            He ain’t even thunk to dunk, just took a dare.
            Someone’s posted it online, now everyone knows
            and his reputation is beyond repair.

          14. Walter J Wojtanik

            IT’S GORE VIDAL

            His reputation was beyond repair,
            You can thank Truman Capote.
            That Gore still breathed just wasn’t fair
            and his reputation was beyond repair.
            Truman spewed venom, Vidal did too. Their flair
            without question, they fought just like coyotes.
            His reputation was beyond repair,
            You can thank Truman Capote.

          15. De Jackson

            Vital Veins of Ink

            You can thank Truman Capote
            for scribbling words the world might sing.
            Give a quick nod to Cervantes’ Don Quixote,
            and you can thank Truman Capote;
            and if you’re a hardcore devotee,
            don’t forget lauds to Poe, and Stephen King!
            You can thank Truman Capote
            for scribbling words the world might sing.

          16. Walter J Wojtanik

            BLOOD IN THEIR INKY VEINS

            For scribbling words the world might sing
            people have called them poet.
            Although also writing plays and songs and other things,
            they’ve been scribbling words the world might sing.
            They only write for the joy that it’d bring,
            they won’t make a buck and they know it!
            For scribbling words the world might sing
            people have called them poet.

          17. De Jackson

            Just Open a Vein

            People have called them poets
            (they call themselves scribblers, bards and scribes.)
            They’re obsessed, and they know it,
            as people have called them poets.
            They’re despondent at their lowest,
            but oh, you should see their muse-fueled highs!
            People have called them poets
            (they call themselves scribblers, bards and scribes.)

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            JUST A VEIN – WE’RE OPEN ALL NIGHT

            They call themselves scribblers, bards and scribes,
            authors and playwrights, they’re open all night.
            They write in groups, and guilds, and tribes,
            they call themselves scribblers, bards and scribes.
            A few of the old school writers loved to imbibe!
            But each was (is) talented, brilliant and bright!
            They call themselves scribblers, bards and scribes,
            authors and playwrights, they’re open all night.

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            Burning the Midnight Oil

            Authors and playwrights, they’re open all night,
            fixing their hearts on (with) words.
            They pick up their quills to prepare for the fight;
            these authors and playwrights, they’re open all night.
            It’s a good thing the adrenaline rush is just right,
            ’cuz the paychecks sure are for the birds!
            Authors and playwrights, they’re open all night,
            fixing their hearts on (with) words.

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            YEARNING IN MIDNIGHT TOIL

            Fixing their hearts rightly with loving words,
            their passion blazes deep within.
            And nightly thoughts not used are for the birds,
            they’re fixing their hearts on silly words.
            For silly words are quite absurd
            (they sometimes elicit a grin!)
            Fixing their hearts nightly with loving words,
            their passion blazes deep within.

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            Will Work for Smiles

            Their passion blazes deep within,
            to bring all joy to those who read.
            They’re happy when they cause a grin;
            oh, their passion blazes deep within.
            They can’t do without their poetic kin.
            They’re paid in comments, yes indeed!
            Their passion blazes deep within,
            to bring all joy to those who read.

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            DO WHAT MAKES OTHERS SMILE
            (and you’ll never work a day in your life!)

            To bring all joy to those who read
            is the mission of everyone who proffers their muse.
            There is no satisfaction in avarice and greed,
            just in bringing all joy to those who read.
            It is the noblest of all noble deeds
            and a chore a person of words must not refuse.
            To bring all joy to those who read
            is the mission of everyone who proffers their muse.

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            Mission Possible: Hope

            It’s the mission of everyone who proffers their muse
            to repair the world one word at a time.
            There’s really no reason to get confused –
            it’s the mission of everyone who proffers their muse
            to hold out a light, a spark, a fuse
            to start the whole world on hope-fueled fire.
            It’s the mission of everyone who proffers their muse
            to repair the world one word at a time.

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            POSSIBILITIES

            Repair the world one word at a time.
            You can fix yourself in the process.
            Heartfelt expressions written in rhyme,
            repair the world one word at a time.
            Hope is the inspiration, truthful and sublime
            and it will infiltrate all that you express.
            Repair the world one word at a time.
            You can fix yourself in the process.

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            DIY

            You can fix yourself in the process
            of giving love and kindness to all.
            It sounds like a simple concept:
            just fix yourself in the process
            of allowing grace to make progress.
            Together, we’re standing tall.
            You can fix yourself in the process
            of giving love and kindness to all.

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            DIFA

            Giving love and kindness to all
            Is the key to a life well lived.
            You’ll find you will never fall
            giving love and kindness to all.
            “Do it for all!” should be your call
            For it’s good to know that all are loved.
            Giving love and kindness to all
            Is the key to a life well lived.

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            Early to Bed

            It’s the key to a life well lived:
            (a way to be healthy, wealthy and wise.)
            Never take more than you give –
            it’s the key to a life well lived.
            Raise the praise with grateful limbs
            and see the world with grace-filled eyes.
            It’s the key to a life well lived,
            a way to be healthy, wealthy and wise.

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            SLEEPING IN

            Way to be healthy, wealthy and wise!
            Shut down awhile and let your body heal.
            You could tell you’re in need by your eyes,
            find a way to be healthy, wealthy and wise.
            Get your rest; don’t compromise,
            you’re only as well as you feel.
            Way to be healthy, wealthy and wise!
            Shut down awhile and let your body heal.

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            Nightly Repairs

            Shut down awhile and let your body heal
            so you can tackle another fine day.
            At least 8 hours is really ideal –
            shut down awhile and let your body heal.
            If counting sheep has no appeal,
            then ask your dreams to pave the way.
            Shut down awhile and let your body heal
            so you can tackle another fine day.

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            BROKEN PLAY

            You can tackle another fine day,
            when you step up to bat, take your swings.
            Kick at the can the best that you can and say
            you can tackle another fine day.
            Whether you lob or smash your ace, play
            with everything your tired self can bring.
            You can tackle another fine day,
            when you step up to bat, take your swings

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            Correcting Your Swing

            When you step up to bat, take your swing
            and hit that ball out of the park.
            With batting, the average is the thing,
            so when you step up to bat, just take your swing.
            Sometimes you strike out (and that stings),
            but there’s always another chance before dark.
            When you step up to bat, take your swing
            and hit that ball out of the park.

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            CONNECTING (IT STINGS)

            Hit that ball out of the park.
            You know you’ve connected by the sound.
            Cheers drown out the soda vendors bark,
            you’ve hit that ball out of the park.
            Mr. Spaulding has lit a mighty spark,
            and out of the stadium he bounds.
            A store front window shatters in the dark,
            you know you’ve connected by the sound.

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    TO MEND A BROKEN HEART

    Heartaches and confusion
    lost in love’s illusion,
    the fusion of pain and longing,
    a deep burrow into a soul so burdened.

    Learning that the end of loving liaisons
    coincides with the death of that phase
    of a life dedicated to an amorous fait accompli,
    from your knees it looks insurmountable.

    But, how to make the tables turn?
    You learn that love never dies, it burns
    smoldering internally for eternity,
    a lingering and lurid ember aglow.

    You come to know that every end begins
    and every abandoned heart wins
    another chance to dance unbridled, never idle;
    always keeping lethargic feet in motion.

    On the odd notion that love will never more
    grace your open door; never soar to the heights
    once aspired, and only be mired deep within,
    choose to begin, find a common bond of which you’re fond

    and reach out for the hand that helps and
    heals heaped up hearts and sorry souls
    tinkering with the broken and battered matter
    until a distinct beat is discerned. It is then

    you will have learned to love again.
    So remain as a friend, open to the possibilities,
    with the responsibilities to just repair;
    a valued new direction for your heart waits there.

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    THE OPERATING TABLE

    Skinned knees and elbows,
    and a face sliding along a graveled
    street, bounding up the curb
    and rattling a few molars to the core.
    Cuts and burns and bloody noses,
    all treated here; without insurance cards,
    or appointments. Emergency room
    always open, a prescription of Tender Loving Care
    and a bottle of Mercurochrome.
    A gentle hand pulling pieces of stone
    from the face her “awkwardly handsome” boy,
    wincing with me as she held back her own tears.
    Always at no charge and with the healing powers
    of a gentle kiss on the repaired injury,
    in time to get dinner on the table
    when her work had “finished”.
    Doctor Mom was always in.

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