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Fear Not

To Him
our deepest
thoughts
are like
diamonds
glistening.
To question
is not to doubt.
It just means
we're
listening.



NOTE: I was inspired by Paul Callus's and Eileen Manassian's comment, on my poem, The Stars Remain Silent.

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Worte-wie-blumen

This wind is not alone because it stays on the height,
And waits for golden dawns that follow after night;
It crossed many tempests, islands and an ocean dark,
It met the fairies and hobbits and the joyous lark.

While flattening blond fields, it thought a paradox 
How Little Prince was taught on Friendship by a Fox:
While playing with the grass, and with the yellow maze,
While caressing the flowers’ feet, it heard a poet`s case…

This poet is like the hottest wind that lives on height:
Suddenly, his “light poetry” is seen as “poetry of light”.


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Artifacts


Humans have for centuries
left reminders of their activities.
Some call them artifacts,
others, mistakes.

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The difference in the ism

Capitalism -
Is every man screwing everyone else.
But communism -
On the other hand, is just the reverse.

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America's Idle Pastime

America's (Idle) Pastime From New York, Austin, and L.A., From Cleveland and Seattle, Ingloriously they screech or bray In an auditioning battle. And by the time we all feel sick, (the judges homicidal!), we get to know from whom we’ll pick our next great Singing Idol. For the "A GROOK FOR ALL OCCASIONS" Poetry Contest of Suzzette Crous (using topic one, annoying sound and also etc topic, on a TV show I actually love!)

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Playboy Model.

Sweet sensual skin
wears scruples thin
until you see your own true sin.

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Is this a Grook or Not? (Nothing)

How can something come out from nothing
When nothing can come from nothing?
So nothing isn’t nothing when it results into something,
Because by then, it would’ve been something and not nothing,
Since something must always result from another thing, 
but never from nothing.
Because nothing is not anything and something is anything.
Nothing can never be something and something can never be nothing.
So what is this business of something coming from nothing?
Nothing…because there exists no such thing.


** 2000-- ummm I'm still trying to grasp this grook, haha
and my attempts at it are fizzling out so I'm going to be
sneaky and just submit this, lol 
please bear with me I have NO idea if this old write of mine 
can even classify as a grook! Sorry Charles...will still try to 
come up with something though...

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Jealous Beast

When it comes to the vacuum cleaner
my dog is a jealous beast,
showing off his fangs and claws.
Does he not know that I'd feed
my Oreck less if he, now and then, but
wiped his paws?

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Cosmic Karma

I traverse the oceans within a breeze
I light my way holding burning trees
Freeing my body, my heart, my soul
I talk and walk through miles and roads
I view the future with discernable need
Yet I succumb to my fate with noted heed

Do I lack the courage to go beyond my whole?
Do I feel the need to remain stagnant and tole?

I lack conviction in my sturdy brain
Trying to fight these excuses so lame

Solitary in my endeavours I so create
My weakness I continually berate

In my minds eye I spy this epic infused
In a twilight of colours I discover loosed 

Yet I traverse the oceans within a breeze
And light my way holding burning trees . . .

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Thirst (Grook-y Look-y)

the thirst for knowledge
makes one drown in mysteries
the thirst for happiness
makes one drown in miseries 


** July 13, 2010---I'm writing this with a half-asleep 
brain golly can anyone tell me if this is better --
pretty please? Shucks such a puzzle why I can't
grasp this form?? I need to sleep!! & the wind's 
howling outside too!!! Thanks for all who'll give their insights
^_^

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Chihuahua Rides As Navigator

.
                                       Everywhere I go
                               My Chihuahua rides with me
                              In his McDonald's coffee cup
                               Right next to me on the seat

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GIRL YOU HAVE TO KNOW THIS IS FOR MY ONE AND ONLY FAN

          GIRL   YOU HAVE TO KNOW THIS ONE IS FOR MY ONE AND ONLY FAN

she
the she who slumbers among the numbers of content souls who abide not anger nor snide remarks
she
the she who sets the flames of verbiage to sparks
she
the she who sees my smiles though she sees me not
she
the she who follows a righteous and pious path and plot
she
she who grants me the grace of platitudes
with never any negative attitudes
she
the she whom i envision giggling and wiggling her way through this planet we call Earth
...............she
the she i deem a delight and have the the right for what's that's worth
        (c) 2011......Phreepoetry ~free cee!~

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MÖBIUS' STRIP


Here’s to Möbius and his strip.

Like some attitudes, it is a circuitous

one sided trip!

© 2010 John M.Trusty

*For the Grook contest. Dedicated to A.F.Möbius (et al) and the attitude of some people, 
which will never be as fascinating as his strip.


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Potholes 1

Potholes

The joy of riding
where the small ones
have gone away
turns into nothing
at the big one
minutes  away.

* This is about the joy of riding on the  highway which has been recently repaired and re-laid, ridding it of its pits and potholes and the mortification of subsequently getting stopped by the traffic police  or by the less-than-civil  contract labor manning toll gates.

05 mar 13
Form: Grook ( A short aphoristic poem characterised by irony, paradox, brevity, sophisticated rhyme and often satiric in nature)

Contest: A Grook for all occasions

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Numbers

if the minimum unity of all that is
is two,
how did Parmenides come to believe
in the infinity of one?
if three is how god is expressed 
at its best,
how did his image come coded 
in four?
while five has properties completely 
unique,
the universe is just what it is,
six so to speak.
once there was a seven,
joined to eleven,
whose convenience I dispute
and whole heartedly repute.
but eight is no longer enough,
and nine is so boring,
three threes is hardly the stuff,
to stop me from snoring.
the real magic begins with a number called ten,
whose counting little fingers first asked,
a dozen eggs or a feathery hen?
numbers are fun and make no one dumb,
but never forget what’s behind their neat mask:
twenty six magical letters, put to a task. 

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A DAY OF JUSTICE NOT FORGOTTEN

A DAY OF JUSTICE NOT FORGOTTEN

 A DAY THAT ROCKED THROUGH MY VEINS
ITS MEMORIES SETTLED IN MY HEAD
A DAY I CAN NOT FORGET
 the hands of that bane where put into a CHAIN
A BETTER EGYPT I BET



A HERO WAS HE
BUT NOW , HE IS NOT THE SAME 
A DICTATOR HE BECAME
HE IS ALSO LAME
HE MADE US WALK WITH SHAME
HIS WIFE BASED ON NOTHING MADE HER SELF  A DAME 
DESTTROYING OUR CULTURES WAS HIS AIM 
HE PLAYED A DIRTY GAME 
HE NAMED EVRYTHING STUPIDLY AFTER HIS DEVILISH NAME
I FINALLY STARTED  NAMING EVERYTHING MUBARAK
THE STARS WERE MUBARAK 
THE WALLS WERE MUBARAK 
THE TREES WERE MUBARAK 
THE BEES  WERE MUBARAK
I even NAMED MY FUTURE SON MUBARAK

HISTORY IS WRITTEN 
PEOPLE ARE DREAMING 
OF THEIR FACE JOY IS BEEMING 


ENEMIES ARE BOILING 
DIGING THEIR  GRAvE 
NOTHING TO SAVE 
SADNESS FILLING THEIR DAY AND NIGHT 
BLINDING THEIR SIGHT 

IT IS A DAY NOT FORGOTTEN 
OVER CENTURIES

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TRYING

Try and try again if you must, but then you should give up. No one is going to join you at your well laid table to sup.
For information regarding this poem, you are invited to visit my blog, dd 11 Feb'13: A Grook by Piet Hein

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A Trip to the Woods

To the great outdoors
my grandparents love to go,
simply for the atmosphere it gives
like when they play Bingo.
I like to walk the trails, the mountains,
to get my wild nature fix.
They both have bad eyesight and can't quite comprehend
these crazy realistic graphics!

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summer fun

*

I take my clothe off' now that is fun.
My nipples get hard under the new summer sun.
Winter approaches'
And still my nipples are hard.


3-30-12

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EMMA SUE'S BIRTHDAY PARTY - From A Neighborhood Child

EMMA SUE’S BIRTHDAY PARTY

She’s looking happy    for a change
“Emma Sue’s a ‘Four-Eyes”
We call her that    and other names

First a threat    the stick!
But then her Mother appears with some paper bags
Bulging within    thick

Miss Mengin’s room is at attention
So early too    then
It’s only 9:00 a.m.

The bags are placed within a closet
Then locked away
The entire    LONG    day

Her Mother wears some worried wrinkles
Says a word to Emma’s teacher    frowns
But throws a smile before she leaves for town

At lunch    on the grounds
Emma Sue    as usual    stands aside    single
Doesn’t try to mingle

But    there is something  within
Hope in her eyes
Shoulders  up    elevated chin

By 2:15 excitement of the morning seems forgot
Not so!
By Emma Sue?    Certainly not!

Both she and teacher rise together
All eyes are lifted     puzzled looks
Quite forgotten the grammar books

Girls and boys begin to whisper
‘Four Eyes’    grinning    see her cheeks bloom
At front of a thrilling room

“It’s Emma Sue’s Birthday
See what she and her mother have baked
One for each and every person    little cakes

Put your books away
No more lessons
The rest of the way”

“HOORAY!”

For Emma Sue I must say
Those tasty cakes made all the difference
Well?    At least for one day
 









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Psychotherapist

I went to his door
After doing a bit of a crazy thing
My Doc told me this man could settle
my brain and it's loose spring
PSYCHO-THE-RAPIST
Was some kind of psychiatrist
But after reading the words beheld
on that door, 
I must admit- from that building I tore!


A. Green

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No Wrong Turns

When contemplating decision,
Remember...
There are no wrong turns,
Only unexpected journeys.

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AH, SQUEAKY,SQUEAKY SHOES

Once my leather shoes made me proud with their softness and luster,
but after eleven months of heavy usage they have lost all glamor;
even small thorns and nails can penetrate their worn-out soles;
ah, squeaky, squeaky shoes...you annoy me when steady rain falls!

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A Girl Named Rain

  She wakes up in bed smelling eggs and bacon on a hot silet.Her mother calls her''Rain''come 
down to eat.On her plat were three gloden eggs and two slices of bacon.Rain aet very fast knowing 
that she is geting two brand new horses.She thinks in her mind ,''what color whould they 
be?''.Her mother calls her two the car.When they get down there Rain spots two beatiful white 
horsesrunning in the feild.Rain told her mother that she whated the beatiful horses in the feild.Her 
motherwalk to the man incharge.Then Rain pushed uot her lips and made a kissing nows.The two 
horses ran over to her.She was think in  her head ,''How cool is this?''.She started rubing on the 
horses`s heads. Her mother came over and said,'' how cool''.The the man came in behind and said 
the are all hers.Rain came home and ran out side named them sugar and cloud.Rain grow up with 
the horses and became a strong women who lived on a ranch.






























                              Rain,The Story

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They told me that God is a Liar

When man tells God’s lies 
he lies to himself, 
because God never lies.
 Religion, the righteous of man, 
is self-inflicted,  
but all deeds are seen by the all-seeing eyes.

Despise the fools, 
but love their God. 
Let contrite hearts bow, 
and be subjected to the rules.
Tell me, who is the fool now?

A walking dead on a pulpit preaching,
Like a lying politician seeking 
votes.
Minds poisoned from their antidotes. 
They walk in the light, 
but are devoured by the gloom of that light;
 piously seeking to wrong their wrongs
 with whatever seems right.

So, they lie on God again, 
and God lies …, 
patiently, waiting for them to die.