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All About Love

No matter the subject, poetry,
somehow, is all about love -- 
Love, a poet's bread and butter. 
Staple stapled to the writing
tip of his forever pen, and the backside 
of his often used pencil. Falling in and out of. 
Were it not for Love's addictive nature, 
a poet's heart's habitual affliction...there would be no poetry. 

All I Want

Of all the things the world can give,
The hopes for which a heart can live,
The vast horizon, grand and wide,
Just one small thought cannot subside.
The noise of life is just a haze,
A passing blur of ordinary days.
For in this whole, wide, sweeping view,
A heart is set on just one thing, just you.
And if the future

I guess all the ladies swim breast stroke!

cold water swimmers
have got a VERY apt name
they're called 'The BlueTits'

All That We Dream

(“The Longest Journey”, 2020, original encaustic)

All That We Dream

When George Harrison sang,
“Yesterday, today was tomorrow
And tomorrow, today will be yesterday”
He was making a simple observation
On the nature of Life as a flow
We attach our momentary labels of time.

But he could also have said this applies
To all of us simultaneously in the flow
While attaching those labels

Living under a dictator won’t be all that bad

Living under a dictator won’t be all that bad.
Most won’t even miss any of the rights that they had.
But oops! Here they come for your high-powered gun.
They’ve just about convinced you, it will be safer for everyone,
especially now that all those murderous immigrants are gone.

All in for Americans

Biotech company Amgen set to build $600-million research center in Thousand Oaks

Tastefully Planning 

Commission 


New Hires Welcome

Fall in All Her Glory

Autumn breezes in bright and bold
regally arrayed in red and gold.

I advise don't try'

If you are looking for me..Its a lost cause i say
I seem to grow more distant and different day by day.' I
Once held ideals and ideas of what man I
Should be..Then Jesus came up cliose to be in front'
And I don't care now..For what once I prized
In truth it was but irrelevance, in deceptive guise.'

The All Good, The All Inclusive

(“In the Beginning There Was the Word and the Word Was Good”, 2019, original pen and ink)

The All Good, The All Inclusive

Under the umbrella of relative truth
Is the absolute truth
That despite appearances 
It’s all good.

Everything has its place
In a conscious universe 
Where responsiveness
Is the prime directive.

Huh? I hear you ask.

Everything happens as it is 
To

- All I Need -

     the dormant splendor
     all I need is beauty s l e e p -
     tired of counting s h e e p

All Sewn up with Hooked Tail Flit

home is hollow breath
without the slinking specter—
soft as velvet dusk
with purrs woven into seams
egos stitched with hooked tail flits

a silent stalker
keeper of embers in flame—
you walk where you please
crowning your chosen lap place
with aloofness all at peace

every homely hall
lacks the thrum that makes it beat
until mystery
curls itself beside the soul—
omnipresent whiskered face

Didn't we all become poets 4 : working - pain in the ass - new and improved

  / "Like Open-Mic Explosions from The End of Language". - Chat-GPT comment 
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Madmen leaked a rash of sky-blue puddle;
fatally cloistered the hat-flu's hubble -

To wit:

The half-time half-life smile of she and the other half-wonder of me:
far, far, ready to say maybe to love -
moved in half-dream to plumb half-baked memories.

/ "But weren't their

CHEESE

Any foodie on the brink

Of getting moody thinks

Of the dear dairy panacea 

The culinary kinks

The cultural links

Gourmet high jinx

Of no.. not Cullen skink

CHEESE


As drinks clink then sink

Where the nods & the winks

Go to the food of the Gods

The stuff that really really stinks

CHEESE
 

A noble global endeavour

Arty farty dolcelatte party

Comte & cheddar

Smutty nutty double header

CHEESE


Palette

T W O T types, all'

T W O T'S IN the media and on the bench.'
Black as sin, are the gowns that are meant
To instill fear.' Well they give me a laugh like
Bad theater actors..They have no heart.' For
The art.' No realization of reality.' Hell must
Be their room of rest.? When they gather do
They swagger.? And compare of whom they

My Garden Chases away all Glooms

tittering among the hollyhock blooms
two elfin men both named Mack
just seeing them chased away my glooms
I knew they always had my back

two elfin men both named Mack
my flowers sparkling fresh and pretty
I knew they always had my back
the joy they gave me kept me witty

my flowers sparkling fresh and pretty
my garden developed quite a lovely

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