Destination Dreams
He was natty
Never tatty
Always wore a smile
Never tattered
Never shattered
Going the extra mile
So concise
And precise
Clearly had a plan
In control
On a roll
Simply, the Man
When he stopped
Bubble popped
And that was that
He took aim
Such a shame
Ended with a splat
In response to the daily prompt Bubble
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We bumble along
In this universe
Buzzing with trivia and angst
While the sun roars
Black holes yaw
And starlight races by
Life bubbles up
Here and there
Obsessed with itself
As it is wont to be
The vacuum does not care
Maybe one day
While bumbling
Life will stumble
On the correct change
In response to the daily prompt Bubble
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All around me
Lies
The ruins of young
Dreams
Away from me hope
Flies
Bursting at the
Seams
So where to go
Now
The truth has been
Exposed
When you don’t know
How
To let go what you
Supposed
Find a new path to
Walk
Step up to the
Task
Start the do and stop the
Talk
Start the make and stop the
Ask
Man up and face the
Truth
You’ve faced worse and
Survive
Your longer in the tooth
Time to come
Alive
In response to the daily prompt Bubble
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They trickle in
The protesters, the bitter, the dispossessed, the poor
They swirl in slow currents
Exchanging thoughts, views, ideas.
An oasis for the outcasts
The Man sits by the pool
And fishes
Taking what he needs
Watching the rest
The pool holds no threat
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Scott Andrew Bailey - Author 