Trill

Whisper softly little bird
Turn your head a quick
Fluttering a whistle word
A song sung to my back
For I listen
For I am
Stubborn in my way
Trill a tone
Repeatedly
Drive home the phrase you say


Devoid

Alright,
  ok,
     just another day
Passing by
  Time sometimes
Becomes reminded
  Of what's remaining
Nothing
Empty
Devoid
Life collapsed
Essence waning
Completely cyclical
Inundated


Revolution

A day that comes and goes by
Blinking with the close of the eye
End the end the year is done
Set behind whats next to come
Just another revolution
Arbitrary our evolution
What's the point of celebration
Happy New years our self infatuation


Vacuum

Fake presence always
Ever never show yourself
Swim through a vacuum


Gift

Give a gift to anyone
Share the moment together
For when this day has come and gone
What's left is but a treasure
Recalled to mind in retrospect
Relived through memories
Merry Christmas as the saying goes
To you and yours, from me


Rocketed

Sent it to the moon in March
Rockets busting out my heart
Flying free from flooding fame
Nowhere is the man to blame
What once is a shop of horror
My sad madness did explore
Calypso came collected claim
Falling further flushed the drain


Unsung

So what now is all that's left
What's to be is done
The will is gone through loss of fun
The rest is left unsung

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.