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Jumping into a twist of oldies, stomping feet and memories in time, allowing tempos to surround those in the awakening beginnings of tomorrow.
Scouring the crowd, watching smiles fall about, landing softly, gently in this poem, standing in realms of greatness at Buddy Stubbs.Taking in the entire sound of yesterday, including tours of age-old motorcycles.Young and old, enjoying the beauty of this day, all together being entertained.Solace conforting each of us in individual ways.
Filtering memories, giving expression to feelings hiding away.
their toll evenly over exploratory pathways.Sensing beauty hiding beneath coverlets of sensory perception.Tackling every thought as it makes itself known throughemotional content.
Scott free, scooting along pathways of heartache,
to be kept in necklaces, treasured forever in jewelryboxes.Sacred, taking time to become valuable with everypassing moment.Never lessening, only moving onto plains where theywill be seen by everyone in a poem written quicklyin verse.
Paddling down life’s river, riding the rapids, holding on, never tipping over, and finding solace in doing so.
Taking on many memories as they unfold, giving me pleasant and bittersweet thoughts of yesterday.
Systematically taking thoughts and arranging them
a priority of helping others will be best.Opening doors and windows of my mind will carry meforth into the sunsets’ beautiful hues of color asI walk along it’s shores, .Headed into inner horizons of what life culminatesin – a flurry of hopeful prayers.
Bouncing to a lively rhythm, feeling the jive touch my being with joyful laughter and a humorous song, titillating our hearts, one and all.
A totally awesome time being had by us all.