There’s a woman I pass in the mornings
Who prefers not to nod a hello,
Not unusual for a New Yorker;
That’s the way that these things often go.
She seems close to my age, but walks slower
And her clothing is baggy and loose,
Unlike most of us out there with leggings,
Which she’d likely not wear, I deduce.
Yet this morning I passed her and noticed,
As I swiveled for a double-take,
That her t-shirt was very familiar
And quite certainly not a mistake.
For it once nestled, folded quite nicely,
In a drawer with the rest of my tees,
But I’d donated it to the thrift shop
Where I bring things that no longer please.
I was glad to see somebody wear it
Who’d appraised it with different eyes,
Yet I wondered why I hadn’t kept it
As an exercise shirt in my size.
I cannot remember the exact day
Though it wasn't that long ago to note
When I get home to tighten up my say
Like I wouldn't have said that rote
But I haven't been able to change it
Slippery airstream brings it without permit
Teach my tongue
Not always the usual song
When unseen is not able
Let hearty praises be stable
Story may not win hearts
Words are very core to arts
What inspirations sought
Define what minds fought
But often, muses are ÀBÍKÚ
Though words remain àìkú
Teach my words ever young
To never be old unsung
When light heals quickly, time
Let darkness dare its worth to the prime
Hero don't just fight
To show his might
But for a dream
Beyond self-esteem
To redeem his call
Even it takes him to fall
Teach my nozzle
Firing and causal
To view in smell
The aroma heaven shell
A newborn; I a newborn
Everyday's cool wordsbourne
Whose stories are often reared
In blissful nature's style sneered
For body to feed into mind for soul
Allowing new character be made whole
Teach me to use
Not only to deduce
By tongue to also pronounce
And authoritatively do denounce
The prognosis reflected an empty space.
My scrambled intelligence made it hard to embrace.
Dyslexic data merging all over the place.
Lurid innuendos impossible to trace.
My mind in tatters like torn Chantilly lace.
The vision before me was inconclusive to perceive.
How can I deduce what I cant retrieve?
Restitution would be the answer to weave.
Yet my brain simply cannot begin to conceive.
It is superior intelligence I wish to achieve.
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highland bull was happiest surrounded by his orange produce
Scotland autumn helped him to raise them, some could deduce
pumpkins, gourds and watermelon were all raised by this bull.
his garden made him happy, his life felt comfortable and full.
Halloween was his go-to-place, it made his heart feel terrific.
What about it gave him enthusiasm? I wish I could be specific.
In early years, we introduce
Our kids to rhymes of Mother Goose
And then move up to Dr. Seuss
In hopes that joy will stick.
In school, most teachers reproduce
Some famous poems and then induce
Their students, taking no excuse,
To write their versions, quick.
This seems like language arts abuse
And children might just say vamoose
When rhyme and rhythm, like a noose,
Constrain them, tight and thick.
To me, though, as you might deduce,
My rhyming helps my thoughts flow loose,
So ‘til my brain runs out of juice,
It’s what will make me tick.
I know that I shall never refrain,
from singing the praises of my brain.
I did not possess beauty its true,
but an asset is my high I.Q.
Absorbing facts at a speedy rate,
to deduce, decipher and calculate.
Many a time it's been my salvation.
My brain deals with any situation.
I'm blessed that I dont need to rely
on threats to intelligence, called A.I.
The plumber is fixing a leak;
The pipe’s needing more than a tweak.
So for things to improve
He will have to remove
Some wood panels - I’m starting to freak.
Our house, built in ‘80, is old
And it’s paneled, which is, truth be told,
Now considered passé
But was cool in its day,
Though with changing it, I’ve not been sold.
So I’m listening from the next room
As he hammers and drills; I presume
That he knows what to do
For we haven’t a clue
If more leaks, in the future, will loom.
But voila! He just finished and yes,
I’m relieved of a lot of my stress,
For he came well-equipped
To replace what had dripped
And he didn’t leave much of a mess.
On the wall, all the panels survived
And the handyman, once he’s arrived,
Will nail down what is loose
And, as you can deduce,
Of my kitchen, I won’t be deprived.
Allow me to introduce
the hermit Hugh
who
I do deduce
felt it within himself
to eschew
an embrace
yet
being obtuse
when on a wild chase
did goose a moose
in the caboose
then a disgrace
but such behaviour
did induce
Bruce
another recluse
to pick up the pace
when playing footsie
under the table
fast and loose
I’m old, so don’t rely on me
Don't count on me if something happens
I care not to spill my tea
I’m useless with all kinds of weapons
If human race would be incentive
To imitate me, there won’t be
No wars, offensive or defensive
No other conflicts, so I’d be
Your God of Peace, my dear nations
Put down your fingers off my face
You know the answers to your questions
So leave me out at my place.
Deduce your generalizations
From bad and worse, who come to kill
They hold no moral obligations
I’m not the one to pay their bill.
Judge me when you are perfect
Reveal your judging talent
Confute with ease the points I said
And some of points I haven’t
With awing gratitude I bend
You make me see the truth
I didn’t expect to get, my friend
Always unable to deduce
A truth from things I’m dealing with
But just interpretations
You came and showed me what it is
Truth doesn’t need variations
If you are perfect, I can’t be
Forsaken with your scorn
You hold the truth, so can you see
That I’m already gone.
A great-big mouse just dashed by me
dressed in a suit and tall striped hat.
I thought I could not be more shocked,
but then here came an angry cat.
While hurtling by in hot pursuit,
he shrieked, “Hat snatcher! Dr. Seuss
made ME that hat. Now give it back.
Why this transpired, I can’t deduce!
Petal freed fate use, air-picked blue, nay hues,
Pinks, carefree and loose, methinks you will lose,
Lain green break chartreuse, you lost as I cruise,
There flies Mother Goose, Spruce Goose Mister Hughes,
Growth winds I deduce, blue his choice, my views,
Heaven to Earth truce, his blown dirt, PrimeNews.
Air-picked blue, nay hues, petal freed fate use,
Methinks you will lose, pinks, carefree and loose,
You lost as I cruise, lain green break chartreuse,
Spruce Goose Mister Hughes, there flies Mother Goose,
Blue his choice, my views, growth winds I deduce,
His blown dirt, PrimeNews, Heaven to Earth ... truce.
No distant than them stay by theft or deft,
Halves for life--whose?--them/us--whiche'er is left?
there is, oh hermit, nothing to deduce
bliss magnetism rises as needs reduce
yet within this earth life circus
restless ego seeks a purpose
fears and desires tighten delusion’s noose
Allow the rain
Hunt for berries
Echoes cast our shadows
Accept the start
Deduce the summer nights
Lemon scented mead
Initiate the Eclipse
Escape the Bunker
Silver snow storms with warm shelter
Protect the youth
Educate society in past innovations
Allow for Patience and Understanding
Create solutions to advance Humanity
Erect monuments to recognize Greatness
My veins are the schematics
My conscience the pragmatics
A nuclear weapon that’s omnifarious
Self destruct the one that’s multifarious
Many parts no two the same
Doesn’t mean I’m not painfully plain
Nothing about me is distinctive
Identical and parallel, anatomy’s instinctive
So why am I so self-destructive?
You don’t need to be quite deductive
Deduce the reason and the people pleasing
My consciousness requires easing
Rhymes makes the feelings and words coalesce
Does it really makes you digress?
Words made up of morphemes
Feelings made up of morphines
Nothing without you has meaning
It isn’t held it’s given without demeaning
My schematics look better inkless
Don’t want my veins to circulate just ingress
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