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Tom J. Mariani

Veteran's Day USA 2007

At age 18
My Dad was somewhere
In the South Pacific
Flying in the darkness
As a tailgunner in WW II

At age 18
I was in college
Working part-time
At a job
He got me

Saving some money
For my first car
Borrowing his
To date girls
And think about what's next

Thanks Dad

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Possible Suspect

When the police name
A possible or prime suspect
They have a purpose
To get a confession or

Beat the bushes or
Shake the tree
To see what flys
Or falls to their feet

Once named what
Can an innocent person do -
Claim to be an impossible suspevt -
The media dod not want to hear from you

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A Friend Passing

Resting by the road
Open to the sky
Watching for the birds
And whatever else goes by

Resting by the road
Listening for the rain
Would have made better time
Except for needing the cane

It helps me to get along
Sometimes gets in my way
Just like my friend
With whom I used to share the day

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2008: Things I Don't Want to Leave Behind

Didn't want to leave you
With a bad imnpression
Didn't want to take you
In the wrong direction

Didn't want to fool you
About my affection
Didn't want to leave you
With my last confession

I didn't want to end up
Without a reflection
Didn't want to accept fate
In the end there's no deception

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The Lamp

Writing poetry is like rubbing an old lamp.
At first all you're trying to do is get
the dust off, see what you've got a hold of and
what the lamp is made of.

Once the smoke starts to rise and the Genie
begins to appear, you sense the magic
without knowing what direction it will take you,
or the reader.

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Drew Another Blank

California Super Lotto Drawing
October 27 '07
13
20
24
27
33 and
26 for the Mega
I got one stinking number.
Story of my life.

UPDATE 11-10-07
Got two numbers
Still the square root of zilch
Gotta pay
If ya wanna play

I'd still keep writing
If I won
I'd just be able

[...] Read more

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One Way in - No Way Out

Why they could not
Let me out with the rest -
I had mistakenly
Steppred on their nest

The more I tried
To get away
The more they attempted
To in my way

All they knew
Was to swarm me
To give me no rest
They would not let me be

Bee and detectrives
Must go to the school
They justify themselves
And follow no rules

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Lovers Leap

Love is a leap
No matter what they say
Whether it is forever
A season or just a day

For we don't fall in love
Rather we leap at each other
Once we recognize the spark
We think it will never smother

Only after we have leapt
Can we see where we have landed
For some life is more than fair
For others seemingly underhanded

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2008: Grandpa Will Never Be Asked To Help With Homework Again

Had the grandkids overnight
Dinner baths and do homework
Before TV - - - their Mom said
Before TV

I cleared and washed dishes
Grandma supervised baths
Then homework - - -
To speed things up
I offered to help so I could see TV too

Working on silent 'e's
Grandma came up with cut to cute
I added butt to butte
Never to be asked again

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Nighttime Traffic Jam - Un callejon sin salida

I pass my father
In the hall
Several times a night
When I get up to take a piss

I run into my Uncle Mike
Waiting in line
With Grandpa Bill and
My Great-Grandfather Jim Boots

I'm no sooner back in bed
Than I hear them
Lining up again
Crowding my dark hallway

I guess even in death
Your prostrate won't
Let you get
Uninterrupted rest

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