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once a small tabby named peaches
liked to recite lincoln speeches
at the senate she'd roost
till president deduced
that cats trying to impeach us.
The coroner did not believe.
That that fellow knew how to grieve.
Suspicious suspect.
The man lay lying on the floor.
The coroner deduced once more.
Murder I detect.
IMMENSE NEEDS
lively
figures
innovations
developing
visual
effects
of
deduced
imaginings
bidding
compromised
metaphorical
effects
framing
the
familiar
projecting
dedicated
ideas
of
the
momentary
The Number they provided
They later just reduced
And it was, yes, deduced
That they were not seduced
But that it was induced:
Ascending price of wheat,
Eagles trying to beat
Five Thousand Leaves a day
To one thousand gives way.
Now workers to just sack;
Their names to fill a sack!
I wonder if the profit's less
in truthfulness
than in deceit and fabrication.
Could honesty be overrated?
Has anyone deduced the cost
of everything they might have lost
by being able
to spit their death to every word they've ever stated?
Might our happiness be greater
if we showed enough consideration
to practice truth in moderation?
walking the tightrope of silence bliss suffused
insulated from thought forms swirling around
pristine presence is by illusions amused
lifelike dreamy realms where ego was once crowned
but with truth deduced we beg to be excused
as influx of grace continues to astound
we are yet sometimes called upon to engage
to play with smoky shapes upon this world’s stage
Two shoplifters, when they were caught,
Stealing items they just should have bought,
Fought their felony charge
For their total was large,
Adding up to much more than they’d thought.
See, their sentence, the thieves had deduced,
When the charges had been introduced,
Should be lessened, to scale,
Since just items on sale
Had been stolen, their prices reduced.
Our head is tapped, in bliss mists capped
and lower chakras join the dance.
We walk on a path God has mapped,
silence and stillness our soul’s stance.
The Absolute is recognised,
manifest and unmanifest
but we are not self-realised,
for ego’s an unwelcome guest.
Be this as it may, we are still,
poised in the void, by bliss seduced;
love perches on heart’s window sill,
leaving nothing to be deduced.