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Now He’s Really Lost It

Uh-oh, looks like I’m writing again
God knows it’s only 3:00 AM

I should be sleeping
But no, my fingers are typing

What might my keyboard have to say this time?
No doubt, some sort of rhyme

Could it be inspirations so lyrical?
Or just gibberish in senseless circles

Why, I ought to be in bed
But from where I don’t know, come these words instead

 I know what you must be thinking
“Now he’s really lost it,” but look again, my eye is winking

I’m just an innocent spontaneous writing fool
Lyrical phrases attack me from a hyperactive word pool

Quite often in the middle of the night
Maybe I can blame the moon and starlight?

Most certainly, I need my sleep
Snoozing away where I don’t utter a peep

But then, in slumber what words lurk?
Waiting their chance to escape the murk

I could go down to the beach
Out to the ocean, my hand to reach

For soon surely the sun will rise
Casting crimson colors across sparsely clouded skies

And then, again here I’d sit
Writing of emotions spawned from it

Well, look ye here
  Of the past hour, I’ve a souvenir

Add another to the list
Composed words my fingers couldn’t resist

Smile for me if you will
For that I might even put ink to quill

To share jumbled thoughts
Of this, that and what not

Nostalgic ramblings of a middle aged baby boomer
Or nocturnal wanderings of a starlight bloomer
I guess for now, nothing more to say
Other than I wish you all a very, very nice day

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Guess you could say I'm a self taught poet. I started writing poetry as a means of dealing with the emotions of finding my Birthmother's obituary and grave site after searching for 10 years. I continued writing and over the course of the last 20 years I've become comfortable in how I write. You'll notice I tend to write a lot about nostalgia and old memories. Hey, when you round the corner of 60 years, you start thinking a lot about the past and where you've been. One of my subjects I write about is love, but I try to write of other things too. I've lived on the south shore of Massachusetts for all of my 64 years. But I love all of New England. Aside from writing poetry, I also love photography and have quite a collection of old antique cameras. Baseball, football, muscle cars and car shows are also some of my interests. Not too crazy about Winter. Spring & Summer are my favorite seasons. more…

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