History#5

Sorry about #4, I got it fixed.
So, let me race a little. Remember, the first one of a day is sent at 4:06am.

5/4/2017
A wink
A nod
A smile
A prod
A breath
A start
A push
A heart
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5/5/2017
Tenacious grip
Impressive strength
Gathered energy
Elegant movement
Regal bearing

Tiger

Ell’s childhood nickname is Tiger. The above poem is called an “acrostic”, a poem where the first letter of each lines spell out something. The best one I have ever seen is “Alice’s Poem” by Lewis Carroll.

5/6/2017
No P in tree
No P in cave
No P in sea
No P in wave
No P in flee
No P in brave
No P in see
No P in crave
No P this way
No P that way
No P next way
No P sad
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5/6/2017
However, when dealing with experimental theater,
You always run the risk of bombing.
No nets.
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5/6/2017
No by gawd, he’s an actor.
He can be anything.
I, however, can only be myself.
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5/6/2017
Thespians unite.
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5/6/17
Did the bubbles bounce beautifully on the breeze?
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5/7/17
Time is short.
5/7/17
If the sun is in the sky, I think about you.
If the moon is in the sky, I think about you.
If my head is on a pillow, I think about you.
I must be thinking about you, my heart is pounding.
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5/8/17
Treasure (more stanzas need to be added)
It’s everywhere, but usually unseen.
It’s thought heavy, but mostly light.
It’s buried deep, but usually pristine.
It’s well guarded, but quite a sight.
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5/9/17
The Face Off
One is radiant, pale in setting, ever changing.
One is radiant, touched by gold ever praising.
One illuminates, looking down, easing paths.
One educates, looking up easing math.
Worship one, arms outstretched, distant fading.
Love one, arms around, close relating.
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5/9/17
Ah, patience, that virtue you slay at your own peril
And sleep for some is not sleep for all.
For I must right now and you must not.
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5/10/17
Searching around the corner.
Looking up over the hill.
Chasing after the summer.
Find it, I wonder if she will.

Effort should be expended.
Don’t accept going downhill.
Plans should be implemented.
Find it, I wonder if she will.

Understanding within reach.
Exploding with such a thrill.
Incorporate we beseech.
Find it, I wonder if she will.

 

History#4

On 5/3/2017, writing to Ell

Go away,
You're bothering me.
How come every day I have to clean up after you?
Night after night.
I have things to do.
Go away.
Really, sleep is not that important.
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USA US A US a. They are cheering for you, me and a Canadian.

Did I mention that this is a LDR (long distance relationship).
She had a great profile. We exchanged a few emails and then progressed to texting and phoning. In fact, I have decided to do something “cute”. Anyone who knows me knows I am not a morning person. She is. 4:06am her dog pushes her nose into her face. So I have decided to compose something at the end of my day, type it into my phone, set my alarm for 4:05am, wake up and hit send.
Yes! Scores points.

History#3

On 5/2/2017 I wrote:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
But no flower
Outshines you
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Veiled, unveiled
Idle, then promising
Hurry, hurry before it slips away.
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I am to be tortured, if that is my lot,
Then bring it on.

For fear is not the greatest threat,
But the stopping of your breath.
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I’m hot
I’m on fire
My blood is burning with desire.

My mortal existence is in danger of exploding.
How can it be contained?

Sleep, sleep but what
Awaits me in my dreams?
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Alas, is that just the murmur of the wind?
Or the jest of the cruel fates?
I look, but where?
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To bring such joy, how can I sleep:
But if I don’t, how will I be strong enough to find you?

And there lies the answer, for sure, I must be dreaming.
Sleep typing, yes?
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There would be no superman if there wasn’t someone worth saving.
But you are not needing saving.
Any more than I do.

Are you a damsel or superwoman?
Please, say no more.  Your fingers are driving me crazy.

So, the new woman, let’s call her “Ell”, is finding my budding writing entertaining and encouraging me to experiment. She is an elementary/special ed teacher which explains her interest in me. I am trying out my new wings. (Oh, btw, I do find some of this embarrassing as I look back on it, but I owe it to my audience to be brave.)