Best Harnessed Poems

(Excerpt from “The Dreadnaught”)

We are all harnessed to the sun
Strapp’d to fate’s elliptical orbit
Held by a captor so immense, so torrid,
That we’re flung to each moment,
Delightful or horrid.

Little slack has the harness of fate
Every ripple of change becomes, by its motion,
A billow in Fate’s turbulent...

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Mary's fork is flat and harnessed.
Ageless her husband had witnessed
Amusing. She downs spaghetti
Noodles with a glass of ice-tea.

Kneading though air perfect noodles,
Take care if thickens it curdles.
Water is flavored with pork grease,
Bit of salt, makes a masterpiece.

Her incessant labors all day
Yielding prudently toils away.
Tomatoes, garlic,...

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