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Leave me nought
The memories are still the same
they never age from what remains
the colours fade to black and grey
then simply seem to fade away
What now I think as I get old
am I not like the memory told
I feel the same and of no age
but in my eyes the colour fades
and will my body spare of thought
begin to fade and leave me nought.
Charles M. Moore
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Life's confession
If I gave my life's confession
and only had to write two lines
pondering my life's submissions
how could I explain my time
Scanning over all my secrets
torturing through my life's dues
the only words that I could scribble
Was having guilt
At loving you.
Charles M. Moore
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Like her
I felt her presence
like blood in my veins
her image coursed through me
resisting restraint
she didn't speak
but her voice held the air
will there ever be anyone else
like her
I looked in her eyes
she scratched at my soul
she didn't touch
but I felt her evolve
she floats through my mind
pearls dropping like prayers
will there ever be anyone else
like her.
Charles M. Moore
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Living fast and going slow.
Sitting in the bathtub
Smoking on the ready rub
Got to get my hair wet
Take the doggie to the vet
Try to find my good socks
Remember how the door locks
Kick the garbage out the way
Living minutes tick away
Get into a log jam
Driving in my old van
The dog is barking in the back
Chewing on my old hat
Traffic lights ain't worth a dime
They never save you any time
Listen to the road show
Living fast and going slow.
Charles M. Moore
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