Long Dry run Poems

Spread it out on the ground and let’s see how far it reach; spread it out on the ground and you will see where destiny is bound; spread it out and measure it and you...

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So at 47 I have arrived.
A position most disconcerting,
Troubling? Nay,
Downright disturbing!
A blatant assault.!
An ego in default.
Should have steered left, 
Perhaps joined a cult.

Having settled back into the lap,
Of my original birth sack,
I am anything but...

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‘They’ say there is no dress rehearsal in what is called life . . .


Who are they what garments what is heard before and again?

Existence or essence or merely the process of life-long learning?

Does happiness...

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Catastrophe of the dry run

         The sea, Ice, air, human are rapture
        The powerful are brought to ruin

  ...

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Finding poetry dull
and bored out my skull
(a wasted pun this early in the write)
listless and drained
knocked on my brain
to share with the voices my plight

The head voice, Jack 
peeped through a crack
sighed:  "Our host...

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Take a pot, heat it hot.
Scratch it dry.
Scrape up any brown, dry left-over bits.
Check the sides as well.
Sniff the seance of conjured smells.
Imbibe the well-up of wafting aromas.
OK, now, dry-run done, you've begun.

Note: To cook...

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Why marrying today 
And divorcing tomorrow? 
Marriage is not  dry run
                        or dummy run
Marriage is not hubbub
                       or rehab
Marriage is not hotchpotch
                       or hodgepodge
Marriage is not  playing ground 
                        or top - security prison
Marriage is...

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The mythical fates had a dubious task
Sewing the cloth of life for men
“How did that work?” you ask
Well, get three sisters who sew
Give each one a specific job.
When done, down the tubes you go.
Anyway get...

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Ridden Hard, Put Up Wet


Worn down landscape
Ridden hard and put up wet over eons of time.
Buttes interspersed with ravines and wadis,
Vast irregular symmetry.

Clumps of purple blue green sage
To have been seen by the riders of...

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Mine was counter number nine I heard
No one there what a relief
I sat to be told you next
Where? At ten; nine is off now.

Saw a real American woman
Finger scans each applicant
From behind a big glass...

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What could have happened? 
They wondered and said
What could have happened 
Inside of his head?

I’ll tell you what I think
The guy flipped his lid
Must have been on the brink
To do what he did

But the guy...

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Before we implode or reach cluster one
What do you want from me, as you humans dry run
We are Poles apart in what you and I do
Marooned you will be, if you don't turn to be...

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Can’t Undo A Done
Written: by Miracle Man
11-10-2019

Our choices are never do-overs,
Once past, they’re etched in stone.
While we may get second chances,
We pay for bad judgment shown.

Reckless decisions are made each day,
Which may result in scant...

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Before we implode or reach cluster one
What do you want from me, as you humans dry run
We are Poles apart in what you and I do
Marooned you will be, if you don't turn to be...

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On the outskirts
of a line comprised 
of two landscapes;
The distinction
is lost on how you've
managed to captivate me.
Afar, my pupils study
you several times over;
succeeded by dry run 
thoughts yearning
to be verbalized.
Words escape me
walking on tiptoes,
holding on...

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Ten Kinds of Quiet  
David J Walker


Some are messages 
Floating in a sunburst breeze 
Catching in limbs of 
          Sycamore trees
    ...

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life's no dry run
turn back,turn about start over;
all loving is for free
viewed from bended knee
looking we only see
listening is to be;
caring and sharing
exploring,if daring
looking we only see,
listening is to be;
life's everlasting lotions
challenge transient notions
looking we...

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life's no dry run
turn back,turn about start over;
all loving is for free
viewed from bended knee
looking we only see
listening is to be;
caring and sharing
exploring,if daring
looking we only see,
listening id to be;
life's everlasting lotions
challenge transient notions
looking we...

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The presiding deity makes a dry run
for a meaningless pride of frightened
amphibians, under the mud, on the clouds
who have no faces, no limbs.

The citadel laments over a spiritual arc.
You might get out of the battlefield
with...

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