Short Conjunctions Poems

Parallel epochs
the spaces between nowhere
cosmic conjunctions...

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IN    CONJUNCTION


If ifs and ands  were pots and pans - silly notions,
It would be difficult to cook eggs
And soup would spill over your legs.
Thank God ifs and ands are conjunctions....

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Homonymic flares.
Spelling not quite write.
Conjunctions in dysfunction.
Grammer outta site.

Synonymic pairs.
Rhyming that's adverse
To silver oranges with compunction.
Timing never worse.

All literation as a smile to me.
I pine to pen a pun.
As like a poet I can bee
Buzzing beneath the clouds,  oops,  sun....

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GRAMMAR   ALWAYS   RULES


If if and and were pots or pans
There would be fewer conjunctions 

But when  because  or  some such word
Was changed  into utensil it became  absurd

For although since the demise of if and and
There have been no other losses grand

Nevertheless, heretofore, notwithstanding
The loss, we must retain our conjunctioning...

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Once we must have
looked through the same window.
Even though we had yet to meet
an image of us together slowly developed.

An inevitable coincidence
began to move into place.
Until (only yesterday)
the camera
became a second window for us.

There is a real photograph now.
We are looking into
the lens, we’re smiling
as if we had always known....

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Look!  Every leaf is a curve in a greater circle
winding inward into perfection,
a cryptogram coding a momentary perception.

See the spiral in the spiral?
See the conjunctions,
the branch upon the branch conundrum?
All this arriving together,
unfurling universal connections.

And something else; 
all I really know and all I do not understand, 
are there In this one fallen leaf....

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waxing waning
            new&full
    apogee to perigree
   conjunctions&occulations

blue
    wolf      snow  &   worm
        egg pink
           flower  strawberry hay
barley buck
           harvest hunter
             beaver cold
    
all full

'til
   solar eclipsed
                     once in a while
with
      a blue moon
                    scattered sunlit sky
in earth's shadow 
                        to die...

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I've driven the fractured broken miles;
Passing by a many of distant smiles;
Running over divert sewers smells biles;
Children playing in the streets watch child;
I'll be in discuss his struck by a truck while,
Diddle-dattilling daring feeling immortal;
Like an armed  enforcer battle soldiers;
The citizens are more sinful, hurtful;
Automotive conjunctions lurks forth full;
Traveling hits and runs where's the closure;


10/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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