tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147266582012-01-19T22:08:09.621-06:00A self-congratulating, back-patting, narcissistic, creative? writing experiment... Thanks for stopping by, constructive comments appreciated. All posted writing is a work in progress and may be updated at any time.Jamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.comBlogger5191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-27685693513960191572012-01-16T06:00:00.000-06:002012-01-16T06:00:00.881-06:00

Sweet Smell By: James Dubeau There is a sweet smell Which wafts by my face A smell Which I should not know Not in these times No in this life But yet It is a smell Which I do know It brings back memories Of times gone by Of a youth spent Doing the things which youth Is not meant to do Should not do Not if one Wants to make something Of themselves Become something greater Then the parents And

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Rubber By: James Dubeau I know I haven’t been keeping up on posting workout updates like I said I would but life just got in the way over the past two weeks. Yeah. That is it. So I might as well dive in. For the last week or so I’ve started seeing my trainer. He sure does know how to kick my ass. On Monday I did an upper body day and my arms stayed sore all the way to Friday. Wednesday was a leg

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Am I Dreaming By: James Dubeau Several nights ago I had dreamed Death’s hand Taking me under To join those That went before me Tonight I am left to wonder Did I ever wake From that dream Am I still living The life I led Or are those Unnatural painted skies A sign That I never awoke That I died On the side of the road An my mind conjured The most gorgeous sunsets Day after day As my soul Floats on

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Death’s Hand By: James Dubeau I can feel Death’s boney finger Hovering high above Waiting To grasp me To pull me under Joining those Who have gone before My heavy eyes Accept the fate He has in store I could fight To stay awake To take matters Into my own hands But I am weak Exhausted The fight gone From these old bones I let darkness Wash over me And the skeletal hand Drag me under

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The Lobby By: James Dubeau They stand together In groups Apart Conversations flow From each island Apart Bubbling streams of sound Swirling together Over rocks Around logs Until doors open The dam broken Groups splinter Apart Flow in Filling seats To listen Together

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A Great Weight By: James Dubeau A great weight Is upon me Pressing down Pinning my back To the mattress Limbs slowly respond But yet Lack the strength To propel my body From under the weight Darkness Surrounds me Blackness Does not take me away Green glowing numbers Moonlight through the shade Pervasive through closed lids A motor turns over Somewhere beyond Audible through ringing silence My

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45 By: James Dubeau Sitting here Gazing across the room Watching the flames Lick and curl Slowly melting ice Condensation dripping Into my scotch Aged from ‘45Days of the past Roll on through Checked and marred With tones of sepia As an old-time movie All of the errors All of the mistakes Everything done wrong To lead me down This path to today When I turned 45Violins play Somewhere behind me

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Notepad By: James Dubeau Slowly the book fills Black on white Between the blue Page after page Once fresh pages Turn dog-eared and old In this once forgotten Twice remembered Notepad Random thoughts In poetic verse Filter through Onto the pages When the mood strikes Or at times To fill the void Sometimes I wonder What is the point Of exposing my soul In this craft Which no one cares When I share

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Dark Days By: James Dubeau Staring into the darkness Can’t tell if my eyes Are open Or closed Rain rattles against the window Closing me in Cutting off The rest of the world Wetness wells in my eyes Shivers down my body I don’t want to be alone Not right now Not on these dark days

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September 23, 2011 By: James Dubeau You never know What this world Has in store From one day To the next This day started Just like any other Minor aches and pains Bitching about work One job then the other But yet When the day was over It all no longer mattered For all of life And all the realities Came striking down When I got the call From my good friend That my good friend His wife Holly Was

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End Over End By: James Dubeau Monday I went to the gym for my strength assessment. I had been warned by a buddy of mine that they would make me hurt. Nevertheless I went in expecting to make it through the entire time with the personal trainer. I was wrong. First off he asked what I normally use for cardio. When I told him I prefer treadmills he promptly put me on an elliptical and cranked up the

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Here We Stand By: James Dubeau Here we stand In a line Moving One step At a time Waiting To stand Before The porcelain Idols Mounted upon The wall

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Bad Habits By: James Dubeau Please excuse us while we interrupt the creative writing with some actual blogging.Over the past six months I have fallen back into the bad habits which I had worked so hard to leave behind in the previous six months. Eating out was always the easy alternative to grocery shopping and cooking for myself. Finding time to exercise became increasingly difficult after

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Sickness By: James Dubeau Deep In the pit Of my stomach A turning Twisting Anguish screams Wanting to be freed Bile rises Matching mass unpleasantness Wracked against my body Staggered steps Across the cool linoleum floor Bring closer The porcelain end However temporary To this wretched Abhorrentness Once Twice Three times The sickness flows Chunky meat Mucus Blood Swirl about the bowl Followed

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DudeBy: James DubeauDude How’s it going And all that stuff? I just heard Through the grapevineThat you were drinking Late last night. Alone. Am I to assume That this is due To the same shit That has been going on? I ask because I care. I ask because I want to make sure You are playing safe. I ask because I want you to always remember You have friends out there. If you ever need to talk No matter

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Mirror Mirror By: James Dubeau Who is this guy Looking back at me From this mirror He is not someone Whom I recognize Not with his Tired eyes Gray hair Haggard demeanor But yet He copies my movements Precisely Down to the tiniest detail Only in reverse My left arm Is his right My dark soul Is his bright Anything I try to do He does better And with a smile Without getting tired Of all that Which

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In Black Alley By: James Dubeau In black alleyI stood alone When year’s first flakes Began to fall A hulking formEncased in shadow Stood just beyond And blocked any hope Of a reprieve Puffs of fog Escaped my lips An ascending spirit But there was no shiver From my soul On this winter’s night In black alley Between the bricks The concrete And the sky Parting clouds Undress the moon Revealing

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Linger By: James Dubeau Why can’t that Which should have been gone Long ago Be shaken free From the far back reaches Why must it linger With the cobwebs And dust Poking out When least expected When most unprepared To deal with it Why can’t it be Pushed away Out of sight Never to be seen from Again

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Midnight Hour By: James Dubeau Staring into the darkness I can’t tell If my eyes are open Or closed If I am alive Or dead Rain rattles against the window Closing me in Cutting off the rest of the world Wetness wells in my eyes My body trembles I don’t want to be alone Not right now Not on these dark days

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You Never Know By: James DubeauYou never know What this world Has in store From one day To the next This day started Just like any other Minor aches and pains Bitching about work One job Then the next But yet When the day was almost over It all no longer mattered For all of life And all the realities Came striking down When I got the call From my good friend That my good friend His wife Was dead

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Late Afternoon Coffee By: James Dubeau Coffee coffee Burning bright Oh hot beverage Which I delight But when it becomes Time to sleep Please leave my system Before I weep When the sun rises high In the sky And I shuffle off to work Feeling that I would die

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Autumn Rises By: James Dubeau Time for warm blankets And snuggling with loved ones From now until spring

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Pathetic Existence By: James Dubeau What a pathetic little existence We all have Trying to get from point A To point B In our meaningless insignificant lives As I lie here Fighting back the pain And coughs Endured by this dreaded illnessOf mineIt will be my curse until the end of time My closed eyes Listen to the world’s soul Feeling Rhythmic buzzing of a heartbeat God’s beat Measuring out what

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Great Sky Daemon By: James Dubeau Screaming monkey head Floats on by Amongst the puffy White clouds Why Great sky daemon Do you scream Is it pain Is it torture That contorts your face For those few moments Before you are gone Dissipated Returned to where You came

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Dark Alley By: James Dubeau My 45 Weighs heavy In my hand Against my soul As I step With trepidation Down the dark alley Eyes dart across Every shadow Every hiding place For that scumbag to lurk A trashcan crashes I wheel to face The daemon I chased From the darkness emerged A stray cat Then from behind me A handgun exploded Cordite reached my nostrils Above rotten garbage

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An Inferno Rages By: James Dubeau Across darkened skies An inferno rages Sparking Crackling Orange flames Obscured from view Behind trees But consuming them Feeding a ravenous appetite Growing Endangering those Who stand in the path Creating new life In the aftermath

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Time By: James Dubeau Time Has no meaning When I sit here By myself Letting the seconds The minutes The hours Tick on by Unable to see the sun Rise and fall Through the closed Window shades Skews my perception Of the day With no goals No objectives No work Today Nothing has been accomplished Before the day Has wasted away

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Blah By: James Dubeau nothing on the mind no poetry to write down nothing worth posting

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Roy G Biv By: James Dubeau Roy G Biv Is a friend To you and me He adds order A sense of direction For organization Of the unorganizable Ranging from Little colored candies To shirts on the line And if you follow him To the ends of the Earth Then maybe you will find His little pot of gold

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Old Friend By: James Dubeau The years have not been kind To you at all my friend Your dog eared corners And yellowed pages Do not hide your age But when I pick you up Your hard cover Familiar pages And musty smell Transport me To when I was young Free to spend all day Every day reading Spread out in the sun And had to sign my name On your precious pages To keep my sister from

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Hated Town By: James Dubeau Here I sit In this town A town in which I shall always hate It was nothing Personal Against this town Or even nothing That this town Ever did Against myself My hatred Is due to associations Which I shall always have With this dreaded Small northern town Someone from this town A woman Whom comes to mind Every time I visit this town And Every other town Around

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Half Asleep By: James Dubeau Long Slow Lazy Movements One After The other Plodding along To A steady Beat Only A half-step In front Of Restful Sleep

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Liquid Dancer By: James Dubeau At the dance floor edge He stands Amongst the kids Covered with glowing baubles Dancing Twirling Writhing Under the strobe lights He does not belong there His plaid shorts do not belong In the sea of black Neither does his White tank top under Unbuttoned linen shirt His baseball cap Pulled low Covering what should have been Ashamed eyes But yet When the right bass

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Summer Dancing By: James Dubeau Under the hot summer sun Some seek shade Some seek drinks While I seek dance Thunderous drums Echo off buildings A harmonica wails Struggling to keep up With the burning fiddle They dance amongst me Throwing themselves About the open lot In front of the stage So sun No heat Shall keep these revelers Away from the pleasure Of dance

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Last Night Together By: James Dubeau Our lips met We closed together Tight Passion flared Before removing My white over shirt Not wanting to stain it That shade of crimson I knew what had to be done By yet The knife trembled In my hand Our eyes met The short blade Pierced flesh PlungingTwirling Removing the unwanted Slicing in twain My hands Became stained Deep crimson Droplets splattered The

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Hector By: James Dubeau Hector Magnificent hunter No prey can escape Razor sharp claws No bird of wing Or beast of foot Can survive Crushing jaws But yet You lay on your back Belly exposed Wearing a pretty green collar With twinkling bells Looking for rubs Looking for love From those Who house you Who feed you Who love you

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Barroom Band By: James DubeauThe barroom band rocks Swaying Jumping Singing Quickened beats skitter Across checkered tile Guitar and drums Barroom standardsSet the tempo Leaving the sax Xylophone And saw To fill in odd melodies Intoxicating the night air Throwing patrons With beers in hand About the joint

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Played On By: James Dubeau It was sad And slow Meandering words sung In some language That I don’t understand Maybe French Or Portuguese It does not matter My soul knows The heartbreak Hidden deep in those words As the band grew quiet And the accordion Played on

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On This Night By: James Dubeau On this night I reach outFor you To be in my arms Held close In this heat That suffocates so The land is dead Wilted By the oppressive sun But the ten In my belly Keep me Where I need to be Under the air conditioning Letting me sleep Alone

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Fourth By: James Dubeau The field is aglow With the light Of a thousand Fireflies Giving us four Our own private 4th of July Off in the distance Booms echo Off the trees and buildings Surrounding The inner city parkland Distant flashing lights Atop the hospital Radio towers And boom cranes Add to the entertainment As the four walk Hand in hand Watching dusk rise

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Doppelganger By: James Dubeau There he sits Staring at me Waiting For me to turn To acknowledge him Before he strikes Slivers of light Pierce the night air Illumining His evil Sharp toothed Grin And the blade Clutched In his hand His thoughts mirror mine But yet Dark and twisted For he is a doppelganger From another time Another place Another dimension I refuse to turn To look at him To grant him

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Medicated By: James Dubeau My eyes grow heavy On this afternoon As pen scratches paper On this dreary day I need to be up Active Moving around Running around the block But today I cannot Not while this illness Hangs heavy Upon my head Keeping me weighted down With medications Unable to move Unable to enjoy That which I typically do All that I can Accomplish today Is writing these few lines Before

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Pain By: James Dubeau Pain Scratches Clawing Where I cannot reach Where I cannot comfort Nothing can be done To sooth this hurt Deep inside of me Every movement Exacerbates The pain Jabbing knives Deeper Into my flesh Cutting To my very soul

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Can’t Sleep, Must Write By: James Dubeau When evening comes Exhaustion wins Driving me To bed for sleep However Mister Sandman Has not found me Willing to take His gift of rest My eyes Grow heavy Can’t keep them open But my mind Is alive Screaming To dance and play Creating visions Playing out scenarios Thinking things through More than is needed Why does this happen I scream to my pillow Is it

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Drifting Clouds By: James DubeauDrifting clouds Floating by Blanketing the sky Turning to black I watch you float Across the sky In puffy gobs Is there a storm On the horizon Waiting for me To leave the sanctity Of the indoors Or will those clouds part Showering me With the last glimpses Of sky and sun Until the day Finally turns To night

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Sickened Muse By: James Dubeau Where is that spark Where is that idea Which will carry me To the end I need something To write about I need something To dream about Worlds to create Worlds to live Worlds to meander through With rambling words Filling the blank pages But the spark Does not come No inspiration today Not while I’m feeling ill Not while I’m nursing this tea My muse is gone Away from

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Sunday Afternoon By: James Dubeau Curled upon The soft leather couch Pen in hand Scrawling Upon the tattered notebook Words flow freely Gliding in black Upon the page A trumpet solo Rolls from speakers Dotted across the coffee shop In six months A fire would be roaring But today Artificial logs lay lifeless Taking in late spring warmth Notebook pages flap Curling In the conditioned air breeze As

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Walking Together By: James Dubeau Lush green expanses Roll in every direction Deep in the heart Of the city We walk together Hand in hand Down un-groomed trails Every pebble is felt Though the soles Of well loved shoes Early spring overcast skies Begin to part Showing glimpses Of bright blue heaven Hills were steep As trails wind over But our steps together Come easy Around the bend Over the

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A Solitary Tree Stands By: James Dubeau A solitary tree stands Off in the distance Brown Dead Grandfather To the life of late spring Even in death He stands mighty Against wind And weather And time Proving how strong He was in life Tornado bearing storms Were not enough To bring him Crashing down He stands Strong Tall A monument To be revered By all who pass

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Nervous Anticipation By: James Dubeau Nervous anticipation Slips through Controlling fingers Calming breaths And pen on paper Work free doubts Restore sanities Keeping any hesitation Just below the surface However There should have been No fears Not for actions Done a thousand times But fears do lurk Behind each shrubbery Deep in the mind Only carrying through Would rise the sun Illuminate the

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Rage By: James Dubeau Rage Anger Hate Bubbles up From murky depths Every word Every action Brings fourth Feelings Thoughts Words Actions Which have been Bottled up For seven years For a life time Only now To be unleashed With unapologetic Rage

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Here I Sit By: James Dubeau Here I sit Waiting For the day’s events To come to me Killing time In my car Trying to write A poem or two But I cannot Not today For My pen is dead Out of ink Unable To scribble A line Or two While the radio plays And the sun Falls across the sky

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Hidden Danger By: James Dubeau Towering High above me Sandstone Reached for the sky Piled In majestic simplicity But yet For how sturdy The imposing structure Might have been There were signs Of weakness Discoloration Water stains Ran alongside Turning browns Dark Deforming Warping Destroying The surrounding White rocked walls Signs of damage Signs of danger Lurking Buried In dark recesses

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Wine Cave By: James Dubeau Sprinkled across Hard wood walls Little caves Of joy In a pattern Of polka dots Zigzagging Here and there With uniformity But yet chaos In those dark caverns As corks and caps Do emerge Protruding From those walls No pattern Could predict Which was filled Or which was empty Necks reached out Yearning for me My grasp My caress Drawing my eyes Back and forth From the many

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Blessed By: James Dubeau Twice on Friday I was told To have a blessed Weekend But not it is over I wonder to myself Have I lived up To what strangers Had wished upon me No harm had come Through my actions Or inaction Good times were had With friends And alone But I don’t know If I would Truly call My Good weekend Blessed

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Only A Few More Days By: James Dubeau Only a few more days To go Only a few more days To live Only a few more days Until I die A painful death Beside the road With an exploded knee Gasping for breath Crawling across gravel And burning asphalt Attempting to absolve My soul In sweat, blood, and tears And like always Falling flat Failing

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Local Theater By: James Dubeau Quaint little theater Hidden away Back from the Torn up Main thoroughfare Of the beatnik neighborhood Three rows of seats Flank the stage On three sides Theater in the round Or semicircle As it were I had never been To this venue Never had supported Those friends who had Put it all out there Living the dream In local theater Enjoying the laughs And applause Of those

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Monday Morning By: James Dubeau Eyes hang heavy Legs are restless As I sit here Keeping the desk From floating away Slowly seconds pass Tick Tock Tick Tock Away the time Away the morning Away any desire To do anything But sit Staring off Into space

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Decisions By: James Dubeau What is this life Where decisions Are made And words Are said That do not Move things forward But To a skewed sideways Life Is in a tenuous balance Where the littlest movement The smallest thought A miniscule word Can send things Flying off the handle In random directions That cannot be judged Determined Only the aftermath Can be reckoned

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Who Are You By: James DubeauWho are you Looking back at me A man who is So close But yet We can Never touch Never converse Never know each other I do not recognize you Not your eyes Your hair Or even your nose Where did you get Those wrinkles And gray hair How can you Be I

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Casino Night By: James Dubeau When the night Is still young The young do say Lets us go out and play And before you know it You are thrown in a car To travel two states away On a mighty quest In search of drink Casinos And a bit of trouble Before too long Drinks are drunk And dice are rolled And one arm bandits Are wrestled A stranger at the bar Buys a round For all the couples Making assumptions

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Half-Price Thursday By: James Dubeau Out and about Margarita in hand Music thumps And bumps As dancers Jump Grind New friends Smile Laugh Good times roll On this Half-price Thursday

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The Torment By: James Dubeau No matter where I turn Or try to think The torment Is ready for me Mental anguish Which stops the brain From being rational Or being sane There appears to be no end To the pain and suffering I seek At least not any time For which I can see Forever more This is baggage Which I must carry Until the time When the torment ends And the cool black hands Of night embrace me

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Pride By: James Dubeau There was once a time Where I would not Could not Have done the things That I do today Was it just That I was lazy Oh no That was not it It was that I had no pride Nothing to be proud of But now I do With a smile I wipe the counters Clean the toilets And do the chores That I had never been Motivated to do Before

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Saffron: Part 3 By: James Dubeau “Please stop,” Saffron begged Lord Hagen. “Do not waste the life of a man who did not know of our dealings.”Lord Hagen grunted and tightened his bear hug. Heat radiated from the pooled blood in my face. The steal trap would not allow my chest to heave. Only air connected with my kicked feet. “You win. It is in my purse.” All emotion had drained from her voice.

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Saffron: Part 2 By: James Dubeau Sprinkled about the dining room were a handful of late-night patrons. Romantic starlight dining was an airship mainstay. Solitary candles upon each table should be the only illumination. Their eyes should be locked upon each other while rich deserts would be shared. Nervously each couple avoided eye contact with Lord Hagen. Most people shied away from an agitated

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Saffron: Part 1 By: James Dubeau “Lord Cillian.” The bartender smiled at my outstretched cabbage and left the blonde waitress at the bar’s far end. Money was the only way to get service with a mug like mine.“I never understood your taste for that whiskey,” my cousin said when my snifter and his tea were slid in front of us.“Keeps out the cold on these long airship flights,” I tugged on my fedora.

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Race Day By: James Dubeau When the race First began There was shouting And cheering And bands But soon I Fell into the groove And nothing but silence Over labored breaths Rounding the corner Down the street Drunken frat boys Cheer on their feet But the event Had just begun And there was no support Not really Soon the cheers were behind me And silence crept back in As I labored on Trying to make

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Unfinished Ballad By: James Dubeau The cold had a frigid bit As snow fell throughout the night Down through the bombed out roof Of the beloved Boar’s Red Hoof Coughing Zack reached for a smoke And mumbled a dry bad jokeQuinn smiled and tried to ignore The crimson blood upon the floor They sure got me good back there Zack had said and then did swear Why the hell did those bombs fall He had lost it

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Black SeaBy: James Dubeau My eyes rest uponLight reflecting off the waterRolling across the dark seaWith the white capped waves inIvan Ayvazovskiy’sThe Black SeaThe crashing wavesBring my mind backTo my native homelandOf the Main shorelineWhere I would have beenLooking out across the oceanWatching the tide roll inUnder heavy cloud coverOf looming stormsOn a cold early morningWhere only the hopeOf

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The Winter That Could Have Been By: James Dubeau The poem I’d never write Would have been about a time Which was to be Full of joy and romance A winter which would have began With a night watching the lunar eclipse Or a drive through the festival of lights As snow fell on a starlit night Then there was to be days Full of outdoors fun Such as Snow skiing Ice Skating And even sledding On these

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Fairy-Tale High By: James Dubeau Ever live a Fairy-tale high? Beautiful crystalline Pleasure! A new divide Soars Beyond the olde!

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Sometimes By: James Dubeau Sometimes When the weather is No where near up to snuff And my mind isn’t around To put ink to paper I like to sit and watch movies And wonder why Max loves pistachios so much Sometimes When the weather is Where I like it to be I’ll go on long walks Picking up interesting pebbles As I make my way Through the countryside While sucking the varnish Off those little hard

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Man’s Distrust of Destiny By: James Dubeau Potato Potato Potato Potato Potato Cumquat Purple ring Hotrod Potato

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Running Body By: James Dubeau It’s true that fresh air is good for the body Especially when running on city streets Pounding feet against burning concrete Gasping breaths are the only reprieve For this exhausted body My mind and soul scream This is our body

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Foxy In Blue By: James Dubeau From the day We first met I was in love With your boxy frame And angled curves Some may disagree But to me You were a fox In the way You wore that blue And that shine Upon your grill

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Future – Remix By: James Dubeau Brown sunshine Fermentation Will be washing HoweverI can motion awayFor change Plans cannot Need uselessness Before time Can pass fully Things are Not from waiting This week Not another bag Of paper Sitting happy Yet idle Glad to be loose In which I let the Plans Be just

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Stair Game By: James Dubeau I remember that day When you held me In your arms At the base of the stairs In the old house Back in Maine I couldn’t have been Any older than two Maybe three At the most You held me In your arms I held Snoopy In my arms We had played a gameSince Snoopy was big As big as me Where I would scamper Up the stairs Then you would toss him To my waiting arms But that night

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Laundered Words By: James Dubeau I see you Sitting there Mounded Spilling over the edges Of your basket Waiting to be worked on Waiting to be finished Waiting to be cleaned up Waiting Waiting Waiting Until I have a free moment Enough time to spend Dealing with you After work Or on the weekend When no one else is around And nothing better is going on Other than sitting around Drinking all the beer

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First Day By: James Dubeau What can I say on this fine day When I’m sitting around with anxieties abound My heart beats faster with fears I can’t master This new job so far away from Bob But I think I can for I am the man Who has the gall to conquer all Weather it be a new job or activity or raising a new kitty Or so I keep saying to keep it from weighing Carving out a hole deep upon my soul

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Killer Mime By: James Dubeau Once upon a time There was a mime Who dropped a dime On poor old Clementine She didn’t know If it was her old foe Or it was her beau But it was only Moe He did sail After the whale That was named Dale Who was out on bail But those were the days When he drank into a haze To be lost in the maze Until the next phase When Dale was found dead Lost in his bed Where he had

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Fall Of 2003 By: James Dubeau I had carried The Things They Carried By Tim O’Brien Back in the Fall Of 2003 To my mattress In my barren roomI had carried Thoughts and feelings Grief and pain In that time Of my life As I tried to figure out What I wanted Where I was going I had carried The book home from class In a bag too heavy for its straps Weighted down With my homework My books My pride My

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Today the writing prompt for the 30 Day Challenge was to post a poem that you love. I was going to post "The Things They Carried" by Tim O'Brien from the book of the same name. However I do not feel comfortable with posting the poem in its entirety onto the internet. As a creative person I have strong beliefs on Intellectual Property rights and Copyright laws and common respect for other artists.

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Dark By: James Dubeau The day is bright But I am dark My soul should soar But it is dark Where have they all gone? When it is so dark My friends left me In the dark My parents left me In the dark Everything has left me In the dark There can be no other In the dark Only my poems Can light the dark For me to be happy With the dark In the Dark

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Candy By: James Dubeau Candy On the brain Candy Delight Candy Will soon Be eaten All night

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Life In Six By: James Dubeau Maniac Scribbler Mad for Future’s Happiness

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Change By: James DubeauChange Alteration Modification Redoing Remaking Remodeling Revamping Reworking Reviewed Revised Variation RectificationReform Deform Transform Distort Convert Mutate Fluctuate Oscillate Shift Tweak Redesign Redo Fluctuation Oscillation Transformation Transmutation Modulation Regulation Substitution Wavering Replacement Bread Bucks Cabbage Cash Chips Coin Currency Gold

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Future By: James Dubeau Epigraph from Clint EastwoodBy: GorillazI ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but Not for long The future is coming on Sitting Waiting For time to pass I cannot be happy Not fully Not yet However I can be glad Things will change Plans are in motion Plans which need Just another week Of fermentation Before this sunshine Can be let loose From

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Om Noms By: James Dubeau Om Noms Is the place to be If you want Fizzle in your pop And a vermillion gumball Or maybe a double-decker Shot-put sized Rhinoceros cheeseburger On a chlorophyll colored bun But if that is too square For your rhythmical adrenaline Then muddle your way Through our abstract menu Which will vilify All others That have come before Take the time To circumspect our Emblazoned

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Driven Mad By: James Dubeau Glitchy Agitating Flashing computer screen Will make me certifiable Unless…

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Little Old Tree By: James Dubeau Little old treeOut in the yardStanding by your lonesome Not expected to live Not expected to survive Not given a chance Not like the rest Which dot the yard You are alone Fighting the world With no help No support No nothing Somehow You are surviving

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Forgiveness? By: James Dubeau As I lie still My brain is awake Going over The instant It all went bad I'm sorry I wasn’t there for you I’m sorry I wasn’t your friend When you needed one I’m sorry My shoulder wasn’t there For your eyes to weep upon I’m sorry I laughed and poked fun When you were hurt I’m sorry All that I did Was selfish I did not know Realize What had been done Damn I deserve the

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Lemons By: James Dubeau There are times I hate When you roll out of place From the shelf next to the limes

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Marathon Haiku By: James Dubeau Legs are churning hard Just one more mile to go You can finish it

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Goblins Dance By: James Dubeau Goblins dance About a cold fire With the fury Of a worm’s Contempt for life Awaking the spirits In the trees In the rocks In the air Demanding strength Upon their domain To bury Hawkwing’s passions Away for good For time To scatter

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Yum By: James Dubeau When Was the last time We went out For all you can eat Steak fries

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Freedom By: James Dubeau Jumping for cover Armed to the teeth Minutemen must die Embracing their fate Saving this land

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Feeling Awkward By: James Dubeau There are times Where you see someone Say hi And it seems They are talking to you But when you turn SmileAnd say hey A quizzical look Washes over them And now You are left Feeling awkward Then there are timesWhen you see your friend’s truckAt least you think it’s his truck It’s blue like his With a white top Like his But when you enter the bar And order a drink He

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Best By: James Dubeau All that can be done Is being the best That can be For me No more No less It would not Be wise To push ahead Forcing changes For that move would Only explode Burning shrapnel Into my face Just sitting still Also does not Constitute a wise move Stagnation Amongst my juices Would only Drown me Being the best Me that can be Is the only option Left to me

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Too Much By: James Dubeau I eat too much I drink too much I work too much I spend too much I sleep too much I think too much I hope too much I cry too much I love too much

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