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Wonder Fell.

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Wynn

The Poet

Done in -Done up- In wonder.

What Comes After New

What Comes After New

There’s nothing new in a morning, Sunrise is a promise kept. Not something ancient. Never something new. What comes before ancient. What comes after new. The Sun is never shock. Daylight decided dawns. ~ Wynn ~

The Song Between The Suns

The Song Between The Suns

Where is peace of mind if you can't hear An angels song at four in the morning? The house asleep. The dog even annoyed You're making so much noise. Where is the poetry of youth? In mid-aged men. Kept quiet too long. In fathers in

A Poet Knows a Poet

A Poet Knows a Poet

Then I remember America's poets.

Black Tar Gone Gray

Black Tar Gone Gray

thin blue chalk line up on black tar gone gray called concrete curbs set -not reset- since The Great Depression. where old weeds the same weeds new weeds grow sometimes, though sometimes a dandelion grows, too sometimes, though some time a kid picks it up -plucks it up- blows the

As This Poem

My favorite poem of mine. I don't swear often in verse. But as a poet's job is word choice, it's the right one. As This Poem This fucking world; it's so beautiful, But the stories we tell each other. -fuck- I wonder

Fire Dancing Freedom’s Fire

Fire Dancing Freedom’s Fire

For, My a Angel-Oh! Singed, while her house Went up in smoke. While her neighbors, -numbed and dutiful- -drummed the usual- Clutched their masks To cough in an elbow. In this suffocation: Low never knew Low, -And- Dark never knew Dark -And- Hell was a thing that chilled, While

The Pulse We Step To

The Pulse We Step To

Each day is a relay, a baton for tomorrow, For adding to the dream you dream you dream is you. Life is not a race against time, but a matter of the intention of each moment. One pixelated promise, not promised. There’s no way to hold a moment. What

Won't Break to Pixelate

Won't Break to Pixelate

Two deer in the street at half past 5 AM. A holy light around its face, The one locked to my eyes with his. Tall, a prince, a gift of Grace, A reminder of the awesome power of gentle kindness. I took a few pictures. Clear, good shots, but dishonest.

Prescott Park

People stop to smell the flowers in gas masks.

Todos

Todos estamos un poco locos.

The Sky Goes Wonderful

The Sky Goes Wonderful

Once in a blue moon the sky goes wonderful.

You’re About

You’re as fragile as a sky, as constant as a cloud. So willing to hold a sunrise you know has no choice- But you let yourself fall from the setting. Why do you hold on when you know That’s what a sunrise does, sets? Why do you fall

There is a Peace

There is a Peace

There is A peace That doesn’t Need you. That’s Me. Not certain why, After all this time, I still want so bad To give the world So Much. Not certain if any thought, Anytime, at any place, Has ever been worth more than the air On a Wednesday

Hasta

Un dia, Un dia mas no sera, no sera necessario ser un dia ser un dia mas necessario a solas. ~ Wynn ~

The Reason

Why do you look Like everything I ever wanted?

WYSIWYG

These are steps worth repeating.

Ooh-la! Moo-la! Hooray!

Ooh-la! Moo-la! Hooray!

Drugs ! Money ! Women ! Hip-Hop , Ooh la ! Hip-Hop , Moo-la ! Hip-Hop , Hip-Hop , Hooray ! Is there any better way , To spend each day with , To spend and play with , Drugs , And Money , And Women ? The Ooh-La . The Moo-la . The Hip-Hop , Hip-Hop , Hooray ! What a

Cada Vez

Letras que necesitan un cantante; Palabras que quieren una canción. Porque me preguntaste si podía; Porque pensé que deberías saberlo. Cada vez, Cada vez, Te veo. ¡Hay baile otra vez En mi corazón! Cada vez, Cada vez, Te veo. ¡Hay fuego otra vez En mi corazón! Cada vez, Te veo,

The Downloaded Dream Deferred

The Downloaded Dream Deferred

But I can’t America; I can’t make you Great again, Because you never were. Great is finished good; Greatest is finished great. You are not finished, America. You are a living document. Therefore you breathe; Therefore you grow. Make America Greater Again! Forward, everyday. Greater Everyday. The Never-

Diode Hung

I’m your hero; you’re my zero making my one sprung.

Frost's Shooting Range

Frost's Shooting Range

Rode around Frost's farm.

Flannel

There's flannel involved.

BOP

The Firs

I’m not ready for everything to die this year. The wind is consistently strong the past few days. The people who come from all parts of the world To see our leaves change color are leaving. The ground is a sheet of wax paper Under a blood-let easel.