I give thanks to the dawn
With a nod of my head to the sun
Birds chip in thanks for the heat
I’ve wonder this world is not yet undone
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
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Scraggly Haggard Tree
Scraggly haggard tree
Sitting in the winter sun
Sighing out a plea
For the cold to be done
Winter just replies
Grow your bark thicker son
Some might be prone to hurry
But this old man ain’t one
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Karma’s Weave
Karma’s not a cruel bitch
It’s a teacher
Reflected in the glass
As times endless needles stitch
A tapestry
Of all moments past
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
I Google My Thoughts
I Google my thoughts
To known they’re originals
Some are bought
Most are aboriginal
My mind’s fraught
In search of the seminal
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
June 15th and it hits 100
I got nothing tonight
But the summer heat
No feeling
But pavement burning
My feet
Only the ache
No
Deceit
Flesh singed
Like Meat
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
9 Dollar Poem
I sold a poem for 9 dollars
Then bought sea monkeys
With the funds
Art, commerce, and life’s miracles
Existing together as one
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Bucket List
What I am doing is enough for me
Because it has to be enough for me
Has to have been enough for me
Without a list made out for me
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
You Might Find Yourself a Fraud
Perhaps you might feel yourself a fraud
On occasion this might be true
Know all human’s are flawed
That is not the sum of you
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Winter Feels Like Scorn
Winter feels like scorn
Spring a distant legend
By the fire I shall warm
Until brighter suns do beckon
If none come
It’s the end I reckon
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Shopping at the Goodwill
At the Goodwill among the used and worn
Buying a footrest made before I was born
It will be my treasure despite others scorn
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
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