M.T. JAMIESON - POEMS

M.T. Jamieson and his wife, Susan, live in northeastern Ohio with their dog and two cats. He works in route-sales. They are motorcyclists, He is twice a former university student.

​Tuesdays At Work

Tuesdays at work, and cover much ground.
Planned, and focused, time wise, schedule bound.

Buzzers to buzzer, doors to be pound.
People to see, and lost to be found.

Lambs to be led, and clowns to be clowned.
Jesters appeased, and kings to be crowned.

Lamps to be lit, and fires to be drowned.
Perhaps, some rules, to be run around.

Hoops to be jumped through, clocks to be wound.
Ducks to line up, and dogs to be hound.

Castles to storm, wagon trains surround.
Headaches, fractures, there to compound.

Opportunities are to abound,
For those, abilities, to astound.

Tuesdays at work, and cover much ground,
Not play at texture, rhyme, word, and sound.


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Slow Down
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Slow down, step back, turn round, take a look.
Is this the path supposed you you took?

Shining, smiling, those first steps of yours,
Unaware, unseen, unplanned detours.

The getting older. Did you believe?
Fell you prey other someone’s deceive?

Surely things ripen, improve with age,
Or rather you not turn to that page?

Fear become your mom? Worse yet, your dad?
Few guarantees, either good or bad.

Find in the mirror image your face,
Truth or question friend time can’t displace?

To advance with grace is not a sin.
But wonder, when does wisdom kick in?

From your vantage point, what do you see?
Who leads the charge, doom, or destiny?

Is not easy, all ways being you. 
Consider options, what’s there to do?

Long years it took, become who you are.
Use what you’ve learned, have travelled so far.

Is well known who is the best teacher.
Experience may be best feature.

Slow down, step back, turn round, take a look.
Don’t count chapters, til finish the book.

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For Just Awhile
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She consented to leave there behind,
To, for just awhile, be here inclined.

Not that one, might, the other, replace,
Or, here today, the yester, erase.

Tomorrow was, for truly, spoken.
Not all rules were meant to be broken.

She wished to be much more than less
Not intending to ever confess.

A quiet secret, here to entrust,
Of a once never, never discussed.

Here, an unpracticed awkward attend,
And some previous notions amend.

When she was here, she was word and thought,
But when she was not, she, sweet, was not.

She consented to leave there behind,
A together, together, to find.


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​Frogmen

Enclosed, please find, Dear Madam or Sir,

These four box tops to which you refer,
On this package, Oat Cereal Crunch,
Suitable breakfast, dinner, or lunch.

By return mail, an offer to get
One Navy Frogmen, three piece set.

Baking powder, though not provided,
Is no problem, has been decided.

I plan to watch them surface and dive,
When in two to six weeks, they arrive.

Enclosed, please find, Dear Madam or Sir,
Sincerely, Yours Truly, To Be Sure.


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