Good things come in threes
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Written for trifecta’s trifextra week eighty-three
Be certain
That though this may not be active
I am still writing
Writing words of sweet verse
Just not for you
For these are not for the wider world
But rather for one who inspires in me
The deepest reservoirs of passion
The strongest desire
A caring, nurturing soul
Who makes me strive to be better
In life, in word, in all things
I am still writing
And sometimes I post
But my new muse demands my attentions
And to her I will never say no
Sliced raw fish on rice
Move on a conveyor belt
Sushi restaurant
Old clothes are worn out
Need to keep up with the trends
Time for shopping spree
Enter a bookshop
“I’ve enough books, just browsing”
Leaves with full bags, “Drat!”
I wake in state
The lowest I’d rate
That I had ever been in
My head was a fog
And stomach agog
My ears rang a curious din
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I raised my arm above my head
All the time wishing that I was dead
I move my arm and alas, hark!
For upon my hand
That loathsome brand
The most dreaded mark
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Oh! How could it be so
That to there I would go
Infinity nightclub, what was I thinking?
But my head is so sore
There’s bottles on the floor
It must have been all the drinking
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Though every time I say “don’t”
I find myself in a place I won’t
Normally ever go
Filled with dopes
Spreading gropes
And things you’d best not know
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Beside me something moves
Emerging from the blankets groove
What have I done? I’m feeling quite wrong
But out from the sheet
Comes a girl looking neat
Infinity’s my place from now on
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Written for Trifecta week ninety-one.
I’d like to make my introductions
Let you get to know me
Who I am
What I have done
There is a lot of story you know
More than meets the eye
It may be surprising
Might come as a shock
But it is me
All of it
Every piece playing it’s part
All important, all integral
If I am to make my introductions
In the interest of fairness
I can’t not introduce that
Beautiful blossom
Attracting many insects
The canal lily
Today is the day
The end of many years work
Leaving cert results
Tonight the town jumps
Our future leaders party
Time to celebrate
In front I stand
Weaving my words
Casting my spell of fiction
Of rhyme and verse
Tall tales of daring do
Sweet moments of romance
All wrapped in the gift of language
The wonderous spoken word
I see it weave its exquisite trap
Grabbing hold of imagination
Keeping the soul in thrall
A hundered faces watch in awe
Hanging on every word
As the storyteller casts his spell
Forgive me
Excuse my absence
The lack of verse and rhyme
Which once graced these pages
With clockwork regularity
I have been remiss
Lacking in will
The dedication
Which may be expected
And even deserved
Forgive me
Accept my apologies
And fear not
For the pen will not be silent forever
I can see it
I can feel it
That perfect moment
Divine instant
When two souls
Two hearts
Two lives
Meet with touched lips
The microscopically short
Yet eternally lasting
First kiss
Look what I wrote with my good friend Scriptor
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