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"Sentences"

Experience comes at a cost 
money is not the currency
the weight of useless titles
are now disgarded avidly

the sun 

tastes expensive here
like the stigma of saffron; 
I open my palms to the eyes 
of some strange royal God

who pretends not to hear me

love and life 
slip through the fingers
like sand 
the hourglass is turned upside down

a challenge

challenges now shed like worn out novels
unwritten words slipping silently 
between the sheets like expert lovers warmly known, 
sensuously undressing pages until they’re naked

a kiss 

I turn my head in this dream
I’m not looking for clocks
and as I glance back 
ahead of me I see my soul 

accepted

slip silently out of me 
like this body is empty tupperware
and what lies behind me 
hollow and unnessary 

melting away
into you 
between the lengthy 
unspoken sentences


Candide Diderot. ‘25

Parsing Sentences Today

   Parsing sentences today
      one should never try to do

   Well-constructed sentences being
      ~ the province of ‘the shrinking few’

SIGNALIZED SENTENCES

900 hundred pages
Full of amazes
Gets no Praise
Project 2025
No Jive
Sentences taking away rights
America’s plight
Our Ancestors fought to give us Freedom and Dignity
If Project 2025 goes through, it will be America’s pity
Do as I say
All take away
Losing one’s own pursue
The Election 2024 will be a test
Pass or Fail contest
Vote with your life
Seriously being the best advice
America from into as we know it
A change and rearrange
American People aim
If one doesn’t vote, we will be the blame
Don’t make it shame
Objective Powers that want
Democracy is what America needs
Project 2025 is a read to see
Don’t take it from me
Read it and you will be shocked
The How, do and extend
America’s end
It’s not to scare, but be aware
Act like you care
A new agenda at the White House
Don’t be silent like a mouse
This election will affect every house
The Powers have spoken
America is not the chosen
Word Out

Two Sentences

you gifted
those are making me
a generous man
first, "Do what is right for you"
second, "So cool"
thank you again.

The Voice of Loving Sentences

I came to your mind
I am like a sentence for you
You should not forget me in your mind and mouth
I want to see the world through your eyes
I want to hear the world with your voice
Say your love is endless
tell me with your lips with your voice
Don't leave me like always
I am the one who needs you
You better hurry
Because I will soon fall out of your mind
I miss you
This is not good

Forgive me, I can't save myself now
To escape from my endless love

Sorry, there seems to be no way
As if there is no way from your mind to your heart

I do not feel good
I fade from your gray cells
Only one thing is important to me
Do not let me disappear from your heart, not from your mind
Please make your heart my home
I want to see the world through your eyes
I hear the world with my flesh
that is all

Sentences For Treason

Hanging
Drawing
Quartering 

no sense
Void of reason

Somewhere along the road we all must take
Goodness will survive

or

evil may wake

Borrowed Sentences

Never leave the Shore without the 
Satisfaction of a truthful heart and a
Little equational engagement.

See to it that you let litter of lonesome
 lilliies  lie
When visiting Lucy Lake.

Mean time let us keep our sacred 
Vows for all our life times.    For 
We in pursuit of mortal dreams
Should not ever apologize for our 
ambitions.
Mean it with every breath forsaken.   
A Secret Devotion is definitely a lifetime 
concern.
Entertaining that thought,
I whisper there is no shame.
I love you the same.
Oh my God!   Razzle dazzle!
Tickle  Tickle stop!

Sometimes keeping on my best 
Quietness  I find myself 
Roving In The Presence of dawn.
Observing.

Sensible Sentences

Immense feelings 
Tend to tense more 
'Held in suspense

The Sentences of God Are Hard To Match

A meta- poet who writes about the art
Who wonders if  we need a special gift
A better poet who writes from their deep heart

A problem is the first line where we start
Do not  try to make that writing swift
A meta- poet who writes about the art

In my mind the little fishes dart
I try to focus on the ones  bereft
A better poet who writes  from their own heart

In  live  writing there’s no graph or chart
No wondering whether we go right or left
A meta- poet who writes about the art

There’s little to be gained by being  smart
We need slowness though we must be deft
A better poet who writes  from their own heart

Slowly we   combine the warp and weft
The sentences of God  are hard to match
A meta- poet who writes about the art
A better poet, a universal heart

When Eyes Speak In Full Sentences

your touch
Ability to speak
or walk sucked up
into your mind
compartmentalized
As if your spirit
was packing up shop
and taking your memories
on a long vacation,
 telling your body
"Sorry hun, you
cannot go."
Locked inside
full conversations
where people
ask rudimentary
questions
and you reply mentally
"I do, I know, please
tell me what's been happening"
But they can't because
all they heard
 was your 
   deafening silence
They search out
some semblance
of recognition
in your eyes, 
but few know
how it feels to have
your mentality
without 
  your faculties
 Body departed
 while mind 
remains home
becoming an unwilling
participant in your own
prison experiment
trapped between words
and the inability to speak them
because you didn't recognize
that this could be your 
final farewell
everyone
remained unaware

Pretty Sentences

I got an ugly duckling pen
that’s always
trying to write pretty sentences
My plain consonant smiles
don’t have a poetic glow beautiful
I have a missing vowel or two,
enamel thoughts in need 
of a good fairy to come through
Pretty sentences
are my Glenda ... my Snow White
My beloved Bewitched
If I give my pen a little twitch — 
Presto ... bingo       Abracadabra!
Got my talking muse carpet flying
out of a writer’s block ditch
Pretty sentences
have such cute adjective pigtails
They can make a grown boy cry,
and make a macho man-child wail
Pretty sentences
brings out the feminine empathy,
hidden beneath the surface,
deep inside the very heart of me
Love passion that’s hot ... sin rejection that’s cold
Feelings not bought, feelings not sold
Pretty sentences found
is word treasure rarer than lost gold
Pretty sentences
always do a polite curtsy 
when they come to a gracious end
Just an old-fashioned decent way
to let another shy pen
know they’ve found a new poetic friend
A beautiful rainbow swan
swimming in the same ink pond
with a quill ugly duckling

Unconnected Sentences

Sleeping full moon hangs from sky on the coast
Silence is a void thing the tides like the most
Shadow of wrecked boat dances with the ghost
Sailor guest fails to find the way to the host.

Layers of unconnected sentences
Tied in forced rhyme of no sense?
Are they really
If stitched deeply?

Little Alliteration Sentences

Definitely dealing delicately in dense danger.
Peculiarly perplexing poking pioneers of pride.
And catching coding cautions
When windy weather was wasted warming 

Worries with a whistle when we were 
Watching winter whizzing by.
Then there's the spring of things when it comes.
Every floral pattern that exist you're thinking 

Pastels, every lavender laughs hilariously 
After me
Every yellow yelling yes, yippi!!  That's the 
Thought. Twist thrice, then twice.  Toward
Thursday thirsting for more.  
Be at ease.   Winter's  worries  warning 
Wound  and  wounded  ready to be astounded.
You have found it.  
My wounded heart made of art.
The cause is in store,  instead forge ahead.

Mister Period

Some people still call me, “Dot.”
Some laugh and label me, “Spot.”
Let them have a silly jest
For when they need the very best,
They’ll no longer think me weird,
But remember I am Mr. Period.

I’ve been ‘round longer than comma
Who pauses to stir up drama.
We hang out, just not as friends,
But to support alphabet blends.
To rile up comma, call him coma.
He’ll run for his diploma.

I am speck, small, dark and round.
I possess the power of sound;
I say stop, be still and breathe.
I fulfill this need for free.
Make no mistake, it is my job
To seek and maim worded blob.

Not only am I the rarity
Who gives sentences clarity;
I show my generosity
To non-profit emphasis charity
And anyone who has a need 
To nurse sentences that bleed.

Best Sentences

My father in law died with a pen in his hand.
His heart crossed that last line of time. He was at the dining room table paying bills. Isn't that something? Life ending in the middle of his most important sentence. His girls said he died doing what he loved, paying mama's bills. Life boils down to arithmetic. The simplicity of it: addition, the gathering of years; subtraction, the relinquishing of fears. Somewhere in the middle of solving our problems, we've got one moment to say it plainly. And maybe, it isn't in what we say or how we say it. Maybe it's in our actions. The pen just a mechanism. Others decide if we're paying bills or writing love lessons. We might not be given the opportunity to speak love at the right time, maybe it's an accumulation of sitting at the dining table paying bills year after year. The pen just a mechanism to show what the heart has already shown. 
I miss you pops. I know you're up there auditing heaven's riches teaching me how to get the most out of each sentence.

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