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an old clock composed of several larger and smaller gearwheels
hung on the wall; some teeth are worn or missing therefore
the gears occlude poorly
they skid and roll unbalanced
no matter how long and how hard the clock chews ‘chronos/time’
with its mismatched jaws, its stomach upset with ‘chronos/time’ indigestion
keeps bothering him
even so, you must eat to survive, thus time occasionally goes out,
lying on the cane that became shorter by time and tide
and stretches his arm with open palm to ask alms from passersby;
he looks worn and tired but what else can he do, it’s the karma of
an isochronal pendulum alone to carry on dangling
when time is shoved in to the point of twenty-four it steps on
the delicate line between today and tomorrow, time must return
to home and tighten an uncoiled spring, which just barely pushes
time forward; then, time has to pull the lever to ring the bell relying
on a worn screw that won’t tighten any more from years of abuse
no matter whether the bell is ringing or not the man bruised from
all day long’s abuse and punishment, has no interest in the ring of
the bell but colors a picture with the colors of his choice pillowing
the pillow named uncertain tomorrow; the man seems so pathetic
the clock turns its face to avoid the miserable sight
and each time the clock turns its face
it gains a wrinkle that is deeper then the skin
it doesn’t matter whether the scene is pathetic or happy,
the matter is that i can count the time hanging on the wall,
and that i am still hanging on the wall
the wall though is partially fallen
it’s glad i am still hanging on it observing human lives
counting their times; the clock, with bit of embarrassment
caused from boasting, stays up tick-tacking all night through
We have a wide, extended and expanding family
that seems to grow a little larger every day.
Family members who share our DNA.
and other members who through shared love
have become family along the way.
Because when it come to family…
at least the family we like to think of…
we love the family members who we’ve given the gift of life
as well as those who’ve given us the gift of love.
If this is the way we all thought about everyone…
not just our children…our relatives…our friends
imagine how far across the world
our family would extend.
Yes, imagine how wide a circle our family would encompass
If our family included along the way…
with all the members who do
all those who do not share our DNA.
Daddy warned us about the Texas twisters
They mow down mountains
Or toss them into another galaxy
Over three hundred miles an hour he said
Because he is from Texas and that is how they talk there
Tornadoes are worse in Texas than anywhere else, guessed my husband.
Yes, and so are the meteorites that drop out of the sky in Texas.
Some are the size of a football stadium; that is how we got the last two
And the spiders there are larger than toasters, my husband guessed.
Spiders here pick up our houses and carry them off on their backs.
My Daddy is super proud of talking like this.
Like a true Texan.
Most of the following
words (fictitious) quit
tuss cent shill, knit
head, (non adult tryst) pit
tee full (sorry excuse
for originality), rit
dunk yule huss, feebly
abominable attempt at unit
tarry yen rhyme for excellence,
benignly, essentially,
and honestly wit
less, worthless reading mitt
tear real - dashed off
(by this hare reed rabbit),
wall henna burst of
(playful tulles toy) warren peace,
aye practically spit
out (from inxs of carrot juice),
now dost daringly be hove
brave reeder to comprehend
this dime metrical kickstarter fit -
bawling contrived nada very tit
till late ting, nor
not so great English lit,
and moost unlikely tuff hind
posthumous fame,
worm ma obit
chew wary verb boss
lee probably re:nouns,
(this once upon
a time pablum child),
nor e'en garner this hare reed
ole Jack a one hit
wonder poetic laureate,
nonetheless this
(o' whar did me bunny go),
perhaps to Brit
tin endeavoring merely
to join United Kingdom
(and merrily) writ
for the underground
to test skill at
heart felt fabrication like me,
thus exempting bing
considered, judged,
and labeled tubby unfit.
Now let yours truly whoop
focus to address main intent,
(sans for quick
pick me up)
and nary drop of coffee,
nope not even one molecule
to fill thimbleful sized cup
I reach for bottle of Guarana,
(one serving of
coffee per capsule)
fo' this aging pup,
who attests that caffeine
(liquid and/or
encapsulated), the sole vice
(except for barbiturates, cocaine,
"FAKE" opioid, et cetera),
which overdose nearly found me
nearly a grateful dead – thrice
occasions, where
circumstances of Mus
self (Stuart Little reincarnate -
with an insatiable
craving for cheese
laced with Guarana,
Paullinia cupana,
a climbing plant
in the maple family),
which bean sized seeds
affordable at an acceptable price
many times larger
than puffed rice.
She said of the day it would
be fabulous.
Kind to all such warmth
that that the outdoor dome
provided. They spared no expense
to the company and delight of those
in attendance. They had three domes
ten electric insirating toilets
a dome used as a kitchen ten portable
shipping container homes.
tommorrow they are bringing in a larger dome
for a dance hall. This area is to be booked up until
the summer of 2029.
Tweleve weddings
Eventio Lucha
Three superbowl parties
4 rassla mania parties
Three basket ball palay off parties
swingers Club party and award show.
I heard them say, That she used the
electric something, all we smlled was "doo-doo"
making referance to the smell of the chitterlings and maws
simmering on the outdoor steamer.
The actaul quote was,
'All that talk about the incenrating toilets and chitterlings
made us come up with some vail humor!"
Rehersting with the accordaning, he spoke about the beef and pork plates
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Lions mane
take
Oyster
button
portableea
creamie
Chicken of the woods
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25 sandhill crane ribeyes
69 monkifish fillets
(not speaking of present company)
" he smiled and anwsered charmed I'm sure"
garlic
onions
shallots
leeks
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Course now a woman still has such Class
even though Ya'll know such intimatcies.
"The Woman Known as
MadamSerog Creampie"
Guarana Mo!
Most of the follow
wing (fictitious) quit
tuss cent shill, knit
head, (non adult tryst) pit
tee full (sorry excuse
for originality), rit
dunk yule huss, feebly
abominable attempt at unit
tarry yen rhyme for excellence,
benignly, essentially,
and honestly wit
less, worthless reading mitt
tear real - dashed off
(by this hare reed rabbit),
wall henna burst of
(playful tulles toy) warren peace,
aye practically spit
out (from inxs of carrot juice),
now dost daringly be hove
brave reeder to comprehend
this dime metrical kickstarter fit -
bawling contrived nada very tit
till late ting, nor
not so great English lit,
and moost unlikely tuff hind
posthumous fame,
worm ma obit
chew wary verb boss
lee probably re:nouns,
(this once upon
a time pablum child),
nor e'en garner this hare reed
ole Jack a one hit
wonder poetic laureate,
nonetheless this
(o' whar did me bunny go),
perhaps to Brit
tin endeavoring merely
to join United Kingdom
(and merrily) writ
for the underground
to test skill at
heart felt fabrication like me,
thus exempting bing
considered, judged,
and labeled tubby unfit.
Now let yours truly whoop
focus to address main intent,
(sans for quick
pick me up)
and nary drop of coffee,
nope not even one molecule
to fill thimbleful sized cup
I reach for bottle of Guarana,
(one serving of
coffee per capsule)
fo' this aging pup,
who attests that caffeine
(liquid and/or
encapsulated), the sole vice
(except for barbiturates, cocaine,
"FAKE" opioid, et cetera),
which overdose nearly found me
nearly a grateful dead – thrice
occasions, where
circumstances of Mus
self (Stuart Little reincarnate -
with an insatiable
craving for cheese
laced with Guarana,
Paullinia cupana,
a climbing plant
in the maple family),
which bean sized seeds
affordable at an acceptable price
many times larger
than puffed rice.
I am journeying on the straight path of life listening to the music of wisdom and following migrant birds wherever they roam, they have magic in their wings to soar in the skies and when they land on the shore I watch them take a shower in the water and use their beaks to rake up their feather and put on new clothes, such is the wisdom of birds. I want my cabin full of them and a keeper to take care of them and when my spirit is down I want all of the birds to gather around me and sing the bird symphony. The space between us is large, the space between us is covered with asphalt, the space between us is dark. I am looking for a path to get out of the yard, I am looking for a place where I can breathe fresh air, the stench is rising up in the sun and all the scavengers are on the run. Come and swim in the ocean with me and listen to the ocean string and watch the symphony ride up the hill. The fish are dancing and flicking in the sky and the universe is bidding the sun goodbye, It is going on a journey to the north pole to examine the ice sheath in the ground and measure the space between the south pole and the north pole, the temperature is rising and the ice is melting; there is a space between us and it runs on an imaginary line that is stitched up in the sky. The space between us is getting larger and a multitude of women and young girls are marching up the hill in colorful clothes smiling at the distance and waving banners, they spread out on every corner, on the hill and on the playing fields. The men have formed a loop walking without shoes behind the women with their sneakers around their neck and they are almost out of breath. The spaces between us is long and wide, the space between us has formed a pinnacle in the sky.
"Concentric"
Perfection
is a never ending story
with alternative endings,
that never end
"You're an oxymoron", she said
You stand on your shore
skipping stones and thoughts
you concede,
you’re caught in the pull
between staying
and leaving
circles small birthing larger
circumferences that perpetuate
perfect waves
like sound moving outwards
you could just lie down
and close your eyes forever
but you would find yourself awake
back in the dream
never ending
it’s all an echo in a mirror,
the reflection on the other side
accentuates what’s evading you
behind the closed windows
in the dark folds of your mind,
IT calls
you bloom above the watermark
seeing it all,
for once inside is open
the tide hypnotic pulls you
further and further in
everything is split and spilling forward
outwards and ever outwards
inwards the larger circle pulls you in
you in the middle of it all, and leaving
which way to go
as above
so below
you are Golden
the brilliant answer to it all,
you are the key
that turns in
a lock that opens
the equation
unanswered
the greatest mystery
of IT all
Perhaps you are the Love
worth waiting for ...
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
i love ballet
the synchronization of the body
to music
as I watch those bodies glide
swans upon a water chorus
I see the black band
worn by the Roman Legions
a fidelity so strong
self-control is never an issue
dedicated to no matter the price
no care given to pain
the goal is to be achieved
enthralled, inspired I sit in rapture
the admiration encased in ballet
breathes in hope
we, humans, may eventually achieve
the larger goal before us
Earth rotating thru the heavens
carrying the bliss we deserve
where life has found the dedication
this lithe, svelt performance
I sit and watch
until then I purchase my ticket
sit in the front row
hope and dream
watch enthralled of what could be
Oregon 6/23
I am the original African queen of huntresses.
My golden and taut body in unison with my sisters,
as we bunch and tense our muscles ready to spring.
Our young are with their fathers daytime sleeping,
as we females mainly provide the sustenance.
On we charge, in the ancient dance of predators,
spinning in the dust as we quickly kill our prey.
We drag the corpse in the heavy noonday heat,
the pride's mouths redden with blood.
It may sound harsh to many,
but it is in the lifebeat of our survival.
Our cubs soon grow larger, their learning is swift,
my mate and I age,
his mane his crown, his bearing regal.
We hold court in our savanna kingdom,
I am lioness, hear my roar. ~
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