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Forest Ghost

Twelve valves seventeen transmissions
Dual overhead cams rotary engines
Unresistible Dangers 
There is only One Stranger that ever entertained The Angles
A bust of speed now you see an Apparition
Careful with my Speech as I dictate the path of Evolution
Doublewood bounce a timing gun of the Harmonic Balancer
Cherry Terror=Ninjitsu is the true principles and Teaching's of The Mind
Be silent as I hit you with a Caring Bearing
There's no need for every saying but "One"
'You are only a True Child of God if you are Bourne of The Lady Of Light'

These Girls My Girls

There are the girls...
                     granddaughters, twice daughters...
                     the little one almost
                     professionally shouts:
                     - Ballet girls... !
                      The other bigger one, already most
                       knowledgeable exclaims :
                       -se balancer !
                          au millieu,
                          flac, flac,
                           glissér... !
                         - Wow!  these children
                           of today speak French well!
                          Well that's ballet... but it's French
                          it is not... !?
                          It's okay for me...
                          I wish them lthus , dancing...
                          Dancing and being joyful... !

Starved To Death

My truck is almost full
of birds , that have risked
their last migration
for a journey to the planet mercury.
So fell from the sky 
a ton of fried chickens.
I won't have to swing my fork
in the stars, 
nor to plant my fingers
in the electrical socket,
there will still be some time
before I starved to death.

RC

initially written in french


- Mon camion est presque  plein
d'oiseaux qui se sont risqués
dans leur  dernière migration
pour la planète mercure.
Ainsi, est tombé du ciel 
une tonne de poulets  frits.
Je n'aurai pas à balancer ma fourche
dans les  étoiles, 
ni à planter mes  doigts
dans la prise  électrique,
il se passera  encore un peu de temps
avant que  je ne meure  de faim.

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The Battle Is An Inside Job

the bombs disintegrated
bodies all over:  at the park,
houses, in traffic and this
piece of art a tv movie 
what could be if the wrong
button was pushed 

and the day after, I cried.
and a poem would stir inside.

I had a dream and 
it was electric - for
I was shocked that
something so deadly
could be used as a 
silencer of foes, a balancer
of disagreements
would I grow up?
could I grow up? 

could it all fall out?
poison of battling
leaders could stall
the lives of millions

are the longtime battles
ought in favor of humanity?
are the masses in danger
o falling victim to misguided
insecurities, disguised heroics,
and endless distractions?

I heard a voice sounds
like the wind and it said,
the battle is an inside job
again and again and again....

W a T E R

Dedicated to Tsunami victims 
in Japan who lost life & property 
in Quake of 8.9 magnitude 
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>^^^< P.R.A.Y.E.R
stop reclamation, contamination
save Water, save Life

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(C) Hitendra Mehta
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Premium Member Dream Weaver's Web - Cahokia Madison County Illinois Usa

The heat hung on the spiders webs
tinsel from tree limbs
taunt between gargantuan boles
the golden hour lay garland on silken floss 
with its intrepid arachnid host.

Dream weaver, fate Mother, Earth balancer
She dances.

A minuet brown bit suspending itself
between heaven and earth.
Across immense spans of grassy knolls
where the Cahokia sleep in the mounds of Kings.

She dances.
Dream weaver, fate Mother, Earth balancer

Centering the spinning Earth, the Cosmos… 
harmonizing harp home of the Mother
caller of the four corners

She dances.


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