Category: My Poetry
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Nothing About Nothing
Nothing About Nothing Consciously doing nothing requires more effort Than doing nothing unconsciously. As long as there are rules to be followed And conventions to be honored, There will be rules that are broken And conventions that vanish with the dawn. Keeping the rules straight Is more than I can bear. Nothing is as it…
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Metamorphosis
Metamorphosis It no longer bothers me that I have nothing to do. After weary years of being sensible About umbrellas and galloshes And heeding the warnings about Mad Dogs and Englishmen And reminding myself That it’s only water, I’ve hung my raincoat by the door And now choose to ignore the rain. No muss. No…
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What Games Shall We Play?
What Games Shall We Play? Let’s play “Hide-and-Seek“. I’ll hide in plain sight Where there is no option But to be caught. You may hide wherever you wish. Let’s play “Musical-Chairs“. I am competing with thousands For a very limited number of chairs. In your version there is only one chair And you stand defiantly…
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It’s About Me
It’s Always, Always About Me I am the Oppenheimer in some Grand and monstrous thing Snatching a regrettable future From the jaws of ignominious defeat. I find myself the lynchpin In a fragile structure That fears my touch. I have been given a cursed key To open fanciful doors, A key to a grand…
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Phonography
Phonography Deviant behaviour involving sound. A gross and indecent abuse Of language, Either spoken or written. We’re all guilty at times. We are imperfect creatures. Don’t let it become a habit.
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Useless Things
Useless Things Why do I invest myself in useless things? Perhaps that, in itself, is the reason. Useless things are low-hanging fruit. Nature made me inclined to sloth. Nature made useless things edible, But also made them exceedingly prolific. So, with no other exceptional skills, I am guilty as charged. A stalker and purveyor of…
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My Only Political Statement
My Only Political Statement I fear that my moral compass has shifted. There has been a subtle seismic tremor In the bedrock of my beliefs, Not meaning to discredit them, But to acknowledge That some rules have changed. The structure of my beliefs is intact. It is the foundation that is called into question. I…
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Primal Whispers – A Water Wall
Primal Whispers – A Water Wall Sheets of water dance over the stones A data-streaming cascade That gentles my mind And calmly whispers in my ear. It says something so deliciously primal That it sends a chill down my back, To realize the impermanence of it all, Something drawn from a deep well of long…
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Defining The Elusive “It“
Defining The Elusive “It“ I refer to “It“ many times, Most often when I am pressed For time, space or patience, Or when I am too lazy to define the subject. “It“ is not as I once thought “It“ was. “It“ has changed as I have changed. “It“ once was a blunt instrument Performing crude…
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Maddy
Maddy Once upon a distant time I madly loved with you. Other golden-voiced artists With honey or fire on their tongues Seemed singing just for me. Of them all Your voice caught my bohemian ear. It appealed to the personna I was crafting, Exotic enough to be interesting But not so strange as to repel.…
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