Interesting
how the same words once iterated
tend to flow, just a little differently
than ever before, now placated.
The rhyme pursued,
free verse deludes
standards not quite right
or good enough this night.
There lay a transition
new poetic positions
for the poets listening
intent of finding what is missing.
Who decides
what is poor or best
as a heart and mind abide
the poetics of poetry's tests.
Fractals
And the non duality message..
Nothing is everything
Is the general formula
In which nothing and
Everything are the same..
Sameness iterates as
Similar differences
..which might
Appear in literature
And science or in
Those cloud patterns..
Iterated stories appearing as
Fractals..chips off the
Storied formula..and
Not even that...
Such pipedream regarding
winning bucket loads of cash,
would make monetary woes
in an instantaneous flash
mine dentures no longer
will futilely grind and gnash,
cuz I would undergo oral surgery
and simultaneously acquire
mush sought after gumption,
where dental implants
could offer million dollar smile
mastication boring full force
while I monstrously, yet easily mash
the most unpalatable pop slop
made with tender loving care
courtesy the missus.
Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors
play key role to alleviate paroxysms
debilitating bouts of anxiety and panic attacks
wracked these lovely bones
during their roaring twenties
severely impinging potential to relish
joys and sorrows present within mein kampf
vast stretches of life sabotaged
courtesy mental health challenges,
thus I acknowledge miracle of modern medicine
particularly prescription medication
(iterated within first line of this verse),
which allows, enables and provides
blessed escape illness noggin tortured.
Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man.
Hey girl, is he perfection iterated in a plan,
You said I do not stand a chance,
To win your love - now or in advance
Funny thing about that is...
You do not even realize you fit this..
All this while I thought it was our name
That love has adorned in fame..
But now am so much sick about him
Can not believe he even called Tim
So tell me is this fair...
What's so ideal about him anywhere...
All I will say now is that, time will tell
If all that you feel is just a spell,
Your eyes will be unveiled to see,
And realize how ideal is he..
Countless
lips this triad
phrase passed through. Yet each
iterated word will echo
I do!
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