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About ewdupler

Gene is an avid outdoorsman, loves reading and is known to put pen to paper (well, he types) as an amateur poet.

NaPoWriMo Day 9: 9 Lines

Standing Together Oh darling take my hand. Together we will stand While we hold each other near. My love I’ll never run, From here on we are one. Oh my dear, we’ve naught to fear For as our love has … Continue reading

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NaPoWriMo Day 8: Repetition

Wake Up! Smell the coffee – wake up! Throw off the covers and get to your feet, Head to the kitchen so you can eat. For food, you must wake up! Wake up, wake up, wake up! Unless you wake … Continue reading

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NaPoWriMo Day 7: Fortuitous Poetry

Luck Turns While the carousel plays I plant my feet on wooden planks And stare out blankly from the pier. Technically it can’t be true. Inhabiting the confines of my pocket Is a solitary Lincoln red cent. So I’m not … Continue reading

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NaPoWriMo Day 6: Points of View

Thirteen Hands I Instant relief when itches flare, Those chewed down nails at the ends of your hands Still scratch everywhere they’re needed. II With aeons of practice those hands learn, Strumming the air guitar and tapping into the wind, … Continue reading

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NaPoWriMo Day 5: The Natural World

Natural Born Killers The Sun goes down They go to work And flourish in the dark. Natural born killers Thirsting for their prey. They stalk me in my sleep. I’m not so paranoid – I’m frequently attacked, Though often at … Continue reading

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NaPoWriMo Day 4: Engima

First Love Two tons of iron With a V8 heart. She liked to break, I’d pray she’d start. I kept her running – Could not lose her. My yellow monster, That ghetto cruiser. Sometimes to work Or to the store. … Continue reading

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NaPoWriMo Day 3: An Elegy

Cupcakes I remember. Especially the cupcakes. But ever present, Dad was there. The first pitch In baseball season The bullhorn Of driving instructors. At the game, A voice above all others. To the community: Coach and manager. Though at home … Continue reading

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