Author Archives: W. Wayne B.

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer and a poet.

The Day I Want

Will the day go as I want? I have detailed plans and strategies. I must follow them through to the end. I am honest when I say they are worthwhile. They will lead me to the life I need. Life … Continue reading

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The Vast Blue Sky

Underneath the vast blue sky                 days follow days like a parade. Underneath the vast blue sky                 the oceans meet the mountains. When I was younger,                 my soul was full of mysteries. When I was younger,                 I wondered why the blue? … Continue reading

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Swallow

I see a swallow dart through the sky. Its aerial dance proves that it is free. As I marvel, I wonder who the choreographer is. In the barn, there is a mountain of hay. I play there jumping from bale … Continue reading

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In the Rain

The rain washed the sidewalks today. I was surprised by the downpour. I know how to prevent problems in my life. I can see the consequences of my actions. I hear the words behind my deeds. They have been cleansed … Continue reading

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I Hate Cats

I hate cats. I hate cats. Cats are hateful. I hate cats. The big ones eat too much. The little ones play too hard. Any cat that has four feet has four feet too many. I hate cats. I hate … Continue reading

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Black Strokes

I saw the paper rest before me. It danced with black strokes and a picture. I don’t understand their meaning. I ask my friends the questions again. Somehow, my confusion will pass away. Letters and words might make sense again. … Continue reading

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Water

I run through the water. Today, I am full of joy. I remember so many challenges. I will be dripping wet. The chilling air is not a problem. How do I wander from joy to anger? Then, must I journey … Continue reading

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