Too Busy

Working, playing, eating, laughing

Too much to do in a day

Which part of your life do you give up

When "stuff" gets in the way?

Do you give up playing

In lieu of work?

Do you do it because

Your boss is a jerk?

Do you give up eating

To be sexy and thin?

Do you do it because

It is how you think you will win?

Do you give up laughter

In the face of pain?

Or do you put yourself first

And play in the rain?

Think about the choices you make

Don't be afraid of chances to take

Remember to put yourself first

Being too busy, is only a curse..

On The Fly

Grab that thought
Write it down
Don't think about
Who will frown
Just transcribe the feeling
Without regret
Before your heart
Does forget
Because while pain lingers
Too long it seems
Joy is traveling
Through your dreams
Capture it while you can
Before it gets away
For it will change all too soon
Such as night turns to day


© 2014 Deanna Repose Oaks
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http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks

Ice Storm

Ice covers the nearby lake

Then disappears while I'm awake

It cracks, breaks then sinks below

The water's surface; now aglow

Reflecting sunlight throughout the day

Keeping less important thoughts at bay

For soon the sun will sink again

Bringing back the ice then

Crystals forming one by one

Playing their game, having fun

Before they crack, break, and sink

Leaving us again in the drink....

Outside Chair

Bright orange chair

In front of a deep black door

Sitting alone atop a staircase

Waiting for someone

Something

Anything at all

A strong wind

A tired dancer

A few flurries of snow

Maybe even some activity below

Keeping a vigil

Even without patience

Or consequence

Except rust

© 2014 Deanna Repose Oaks

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http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks

Reference Points

Understanding comes from translation
Translation comes from a reference point
Without the beginning, or the end,
or even a middle
Information is lost, unusable
If you can't relate, or pull it in
It is because there was no where to begin
To translate that life to yours
Or that word into meaning
There must be a common thread to pull upon
Commonality which breeds understanding
Otherwise a speck of dust floating in a vacuum
Will hang forever in the void

© 2013 Deanna Repose Oaks
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http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks

It Belongs To The Day

Where does the time go? Away.
Why can't we keep it? It belongs to the day.
Why can't we speed it up or slow it down?
We are not its master.
It belongs to the day.
Forever fleeting, always retreating.
Never ours to keep.
Years go by, days grow short,
Wrinkles get deep.
We watch it fly by when having fun,
Or fade away with the setting sun.
We ache as clocks tick the hours by,
When something dreadful is nearby.
Going to lunch,
Going to work,
Going to spend the day...
Even though it is never mine to pay.

© 2013 Deanna Repose Oaks
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http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks

Gambling

The only reason to gamble
Is a desire to win big
So when we retrace our steps
And try to relive
A gamble made to regain
What we once had in
Feelings, emotions, good times
Once we begin....
We see our gamble losing
Our forces compound
Yet our past rekindled
Cannot be found
A gamble made, lost
A lesson learned
Never eat at a bad place twice
You're bound to get burned

© 2013 Deanna Repose Oaks
All Rights Reserved
http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks