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I'm ready to get rid
of this despicable mood
that others find cool;
I find it extremely sad!

Gee, I had enough of rain for days,
too tired of holding...

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Upon opening the fridge this morning I found, to my great displeasure, that there was nary an egg to be found.  Posthaste I marched...

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it is good
and he's got imaginary games of cricket
being played in his head
he tells me the score
and what the pitch is like
in his head

in an...

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For the love of lust. For just of lust
Trust me love just of US! This purpose
Flows those GHOSTS  you thought
You knew? We know them...

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Morning Emergency

The siren didn’t sound;
There was no alarm,
But an emergency there was,
And it had caused some harm.
The pull-up was pulled down 
Removed and even thrown.
Danger!...

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Answering The Past

I tell you what
you ask me why 
Inside this ring
of time disguised
Two hundred reasons
passing go
Retracing steps
— of long ago

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)


Forever Now

Make your...

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When light erases the mist falling softly
Against a quiet morning,
Life becomes eager to begin again,
Like the start of something wonderful,
It stirs awake the flames of...

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The Eastern window is open
and early morning birds sounds
invade the room.
Drawn blinds are no defense
as one after the other
the inevitable rays of light
sneak in around...

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Goodbye is a feast finished
The last morsel down the hatch
Improper to ask for seconds
No aperitif to this lonely hunger

For every goodbye must be a hello
Even...

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when a thought lingers
it becomes as morning breeze
a bird flying home...

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Bells of  Home
My memory sings when the brass school bell rings, so I ring it every day.
It sits on my hallway table with the...

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At three 'o clock this afternoon,
A shaft of light pierced my room.
Curtains flung back as I arise:
An actor's life I do surmise!

Working halls and live...

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                she giggles 
      ...

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How often do I see the dawn and take for granted the sun, seeing the blackness become a vista, the world I love, our earthly...

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Oh, where is my star trapped beneath the earth, my pearl?
Oh, how can I see even a twinkle of myself without light?
Oh, when will the...

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