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Tomorrow is a different me
I see, but cannot touch
He looks at me, so wistfully
I want to say so much
How did it happen, we had dreams
Had hopes we thought would last
The future, along common themes
Is rooted in the past


Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2784721-Fields--meadows-and-nature-prompts 3. Across the fields of yesterday, He sometimes comes to me A little lad just back from play— The boy I used to be. He looks at me so wistfully When once he’s crept within;3. It is as if he hoped to see The man I might have been. James C. Dobson, Life on the Edge

no shot, the chamber does rotate
the Colt recoiling in my hand
but doesn't pause or hesitate
the gun, it seems to understand
what's riding on this sucker's bet
its favorite, Russian Roulette

and now your turn, my fearless foe
a gentleman must honor bets
do squeeze that trigger, Death's old claw
too late, too late for your regrets
squeeze, for your honor is at stake
can someone help him? his hands shake

another click, another miss
we both avoid that deadly kiss
and now, it's my hands turn to shake
mine to remember what's at stake


Author notes: image from Wikipedia https://allpoetry.com/contest/2785257-Guns

as far from mellow as can be
I thrust myself into the void
come, take me, humble bumble bee
and drink my nectar, be adroit

before a ladybug or moth
absorbs my sweetness to the full
come drink this aphrodisiac broth
you’re feeling its magnetic pull

sweet hummingbird, do not head south
the buzzing sound of flighty wings
my carnal pleasure needs your mouth
ambrosia, food for gods and kings

as far from mellow as can be
I thrust myself into the void
A fervent dream, with you and me
I am your patient, you’re my Freud


Author notes: wc 97 https://allpoetry.com/contest/2785118-Fantasy-1035