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I dreamed I was inside a bulb—
a cathedral of filament and glass—
not dead
not born…..
but shumming**.

Glass walls curved like time
sealed but translucent

my fingers curled around voltage
like a secret
God was transcending.

The socket hummed a lullaby
of static.

Every breath of mine made sparks
the air electric
with grief
and longing.

I saw myself...

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I lay in my hospital bed after giving birth, Could hear the murdering, raping 
Hutus approaching my bed
My baby was no more. They ravaged me.  Left me alive...........
Could hear the battle getting nearer
All I was worried about was my mother,  Home alone...
My husband...

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The Autumn Wind
 


the autumn wind is free tonight!
free to soar and fly tonight!

clouds of hawks one-hundred meters high
dance in the wind across the sky!

arrows of geese at cruise-missile height
dodging boomerangs in errant flight

sundown's purple, orange and red
frame booms in flight above my head

great beams...

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Unquotable quotes – XIII

Follow love for it’s free, free love and it’ll flee.
Do unto others as you would have them undress you.
Easy come, eenie meenie mini go.
Practice makes sex a maniac.
God helps those who help ten elves.
Never kiss a gift horse in the mouth.
People who...

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An old Greek word, ecclesia,
is often translated as church,
but could also be thought of as a civilization
acting civilly,
as a citizenry
acting as responsible citizens.

The noun side of Ecclesia
casts residents as consumers
of democratic and economic cooperative systems,
while the verb side
speaks of residents as producers of democracy
and economically...

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The Creator designed some mighty ridiculous looking creatures.
Among them are the kangaroos with some very curious features!
One of them is its massive tail that balances its pear-shaped frame.
But I suppose 'tis that ponderous pouch that really gives it fame!

With its hind legs it kicks like...

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Morning drizzle
Skyline looks teary;
Jogging feet struggle

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New penthouse suite
By midtown place;
Blessings of peace

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Time moves swiftly
Flying away;
Seize interlude

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Small talk empties
Chit-chat delays;
Time oozes fast

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Two black birds
Morning choral;
Balcony duet

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Tropical heatwave
Humid sticky sweat;
Air-con relief

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Mall sales boomerangs
Petty touting;
Urgent campaign

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Toy dog runs barking
Pink hair dye;
Same as lady master

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Childcare kids
Sing-song repetition;
Old nursery rhymes

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Fragments...

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What fools do sing of Karma?

Justice meted out like some kind of sick equation as though
any thoughts or theorems are constant.

I'm sure Pythagoras and Euclid would be very proud of all of us.

See this place and time:

Sigma batwings beat like boomerangs,
doors slamming out the dust-choked...

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Still a bit cool out tonight. I drove to my boomfield anticipatin' gentle winds
 and sweet returns. All my booms impress and amaze me, 'cept for a
couple of 'em, which I know always takes me a few tosses to figure 'em out.
   The...

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Moon drips are like gigantic slides and cloud surfing is very very exciting particularly when shoved with a broom. Base jumping off smaller spheres can be hazardous and mind the cats on the way down. They can pickle. It is often wise to omit zero...

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Confronting conflict
So much to say;
Not much said


Momentary surge
Foolish inquisition;
Curiosity rambles


Trial and error
Foresight blurring;
Curious burdens pain


Age feels fatigue
Turmoil in body-mind;
Forgetfulness lingers


Wandering in circles
Arrival starts ending;
Hurl new departures


Moment to moment
Change boomerangs;
Jigsaw puzzle gamble


Hidden agendas
Many pieces void;
Crazy feelings loiter


Empty passageways
Dark dreary corridors;
Ancient musky odours


Ice cream vendor
Push-cart existence;
Rainy weather...

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The suitable ramblings of a plate of acorn and carrots to a listening ear of a squirrel squire is very very good news for a bed of voltaic leaves.Vehemently described by a small stone to be akin to radio station chattering. Babbling brook then. Oh...

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Gundabooka  Sam

Old Sam squats at Gundabooka
Somewhere out the back of Bourke,
He lives in a shanty hut,
Doesn't seem to do much work,
He wears rope-held trousers
And a long-john undershirt,
His crumpled hat's seen better days
Always covered in red dirt.

Old Sam he has a kookie
That sits upon his...

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Like many heroes of mysterious Marvel Comics, 
Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange is a bolt of magic mix;
Spells of supernatural kinds he works, abundantly,
Crimsons, crystals, ice, rings, chains - in constant redundancy...!

Pile of pure pulverization and annihilation,
The Bolts of Balthakk has become eternal damnation; 
On any...

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