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The Mission Statement of the mid-20’s – a poem

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A humorous but real poem about the battle between the desire human connection and discomfort with traditional interaction.

This poem is part of the Adulting poetry series. Read another poem in the series, Plenty of time for wasting.

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Knock knock…
Knock knock…
Knock knock…

Startled breath
Crouch inside
Make no sound
No signs of life
Heart beating fast
Loud enough to hear?
Oh no
Go away scary postwoman
“Don’t Know, Don’t Answer”
The mission statement of the mid-20s professional.

Knock knock…
Knock knock…
Knock knock…

Why so many knocks?
It’s not 1999 anymore
Doorbell with camera
Caller ID filtering
For suspiciously friendly neighbors
Human interaction on mobile only
Zoom preferred
Go away kind neighbor.

Footsteps loud
Footsteps quiet
Footsteps gone.

Deep breathe
So close
Just imagine
The conversation.
A conversation
In person.
Just imagine.

Better to be safe than sorry.
It’s not 1999 anymore.

Just a quick question for you – a poem

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$0.50 $1.00 $2.00
10% $15% 20%
Sigh
Distressed internal dialogue
Helpless
Improve it
Too small
Move
Too far
Distressed internal dialogue
Sigh
$1.00

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Plenty of time for wasting – a poem

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This poem is part of the Adulting poetry series.

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Buzz buzz bu…
SMACK
Out of bed before the third zz is finished
Awake alive ready to thrive
Hours before obligations

~Ten Years Later~

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz
Aggressive never not aggressive
Did I even fall asleep at all?
SMACK
10 more minutes

Buzz, blare, bang, boom
Maybe it was only set for 1 more minute
Checks phone
Nope
Says 10 minutes
SMACK
10 more minutes

Buzz, wail, not possible, how?
The devil disguised as gentle music
Checks schedule
Meeting in 10 minutes
Plenty of time
SMACK
7 more minutes

Buzz, shaking, questioning reality
SMACK
2 more minutes

SMACK
1 more minute

SMACK
Glasses
Sweater
Mirror
Run
Open
Password
Link
Click
“Hi sorry I’m a little late. My Zoom had to install an update. My internet has been weird this morning so I’m going to keep my video off.”

Introducing Pigeons of New York

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The photojournalism journey begins! These stories were shared in 1 on 1 sessions with America’s unofficial national bird…the pigeon.

Pigeons grace many of our town’s and city’s streets and sidewalks. We owe them the decency to listen to their deepest thoughts, their triumphs and tribulations (like changes in garbage can designs).

A sneak peak of the first Pigeons of New York is below. The rest will be shared on Instagram, and in monthly installments on the blog.

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Doug P. – Eldridge St. & Grand St.

“Umm I’m six. I don’t like getting older because it’s…it’s…it’s…it’s really tough because you have to start a new grade and read bigger books and I don’t always know the words but I sound them out. Last year I was reading a book and…and…and…and I had to read a sentence in front of the entire class and I did it because I practiced but I didn’t like it still. But my friends said it was good and I really like to play video games and go on my scooter I can go so fast you can’t see me.”
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I was first talking to Doug’s mother until Doug came over and interrupted us with his run-on sentences of random topics that I did not inquire about. I’ve never met a 6 year old named Doug before, and I don’t think I ever will again because Doug is the 8,335th most popular name in the world and declining as rapidly as #TSLA stock. Before I could leave I was forced to watch Doug ride “so fast” on his scooter. I could easily still see him and I told him that before leaving.

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Hold on – a poem

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A poem by @loveyou.quinn

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I wrote this poem on a trip to Australia while at the Sydney Botanic Garden, surrounded by trees, flowers, and birds. I feel like I write a lot about nature and the trees. I’m surrounded by them at home, and feel like they have a lot of symbolism for life and relationships.

Am I the way you think I am
Or am I just me?

Even a tree wonders its worth
If the wind doubts its strength
At every passing breeze.

Why is it the wind’s place to judge?
Even strong branches can break
Straining under a relentless gale.

Am I the way you think I am
Or am I just me?

Even a tree wonders its worth
If the rain floods its vibrancy
As the days pour by.

Why is it the rain’s place to challenge?
Even strong roots can rot
Submerged in a lifetime of showers.

Through it all, hold on.
If I break, I am still me.
If I rot, I am still me.

A root not stuck – a poem

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A poem by @loveyou.quinn

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These trees have moved with you through birth.
These trees will move with you through life.

Swaying in the wind
But never leaving your side.
Providing shade from the sun
But never blocking your light.

Evolving each year
But returning stronger the next.
Finding foundation through roots
But never ending up stuck.

Courageously sharing their nature.
Naturally sharing their courage.

These trees have loved you through birth.
These trees will love you through life.

Wheel – a poem

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A poem by @loveyou.quinn for the stumbles on the imperfect path of life.

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Oops, I tripped
On that crack in the sidewalk.
I had even seen it coming
As I step step stepped closer

A root beneath the concrete
Growing in all directions
Displacing the laid foundation
Slow slow slowly until it’s fast

Walk to trip
Trip to fall
Fall to get up
Get up to repeat

Leading Woman – Trophy – a poem (part 3)

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Part 3 of a multi-perspective free verse poem series called Trophy. It explores how perception can change depending on the viewer.

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“Oh, it’s nothing
I wish I could hide that.”

Hearing him in the other room
Downplaying an achievement.
It made me roll my eyes
And smile.

The trophy had to be displayed.
He’d worked so hard
With so much effort
For years.

You’re bound to get lost
In a search for meaning
Community
Family
Self.

A spouse is a map
For your soul
When you get lost.

“I’m so proud of him.”

Trophy – a poem (part 1)

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Part 1 of a multi-perspective free verse poem series called Trophy. It explores how perception can change depending on the viewer.

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Congratulations!
First place!

Here’s the trophy you’ve been working towards
With so much effort
For years.

Is this what you wanted?
A piece of dust-collecting metal
To sit on your shelf.

The unintentional gaze from a house guest
Can’t fill up the recognition and self worth
That was so desired.

A sculpted chunk of earth in lieu of friends
Community
Family
Self.

First place.
Congratulations.

think and think and think – a poem

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A free verse poem about overthinking and the games we play in our mind.

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Darkness has been a loyal friend
Sitting in my vacant head
While I lay on my bed
waiting waiting waiting
For a changing of my thread

The thread that tied me together
Kept me under the weather.
Will new fabric make me feel better
Or will the unraveling of one
Lead to the binding of another?

Just one disguise on another.
think and think and think
Ponder changes that would make life sweeter.
Avoid action and end up tasting bitter.
Candy loses its taste too quickly.

It’s safe in the darkness.
No conflict to bear.
Excuses seem fair.
My conscience is clear.
Just peace.

Peace and time.

Time
So present and so future in the same moment.
Complaining when 5 minutes is wasted by others
Forgetting when 10 years is wasted by me.

If I think long enough I’ll do nothing.
Is that true?
Hmm maybe I should go back to my room for a few.
Think that one through.
A quick pro/con should do.