Short Installments Poems

To assess knowledge in me 
That My mom installed 
Not devise found at all 
Even in small installments to repay 
She is that old...

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You don't owe me anything---
not installments of lost time,
not a diamond ring.
We take our chances
on romance. Is
unrequited love a crime?

1-1-2020...

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We borrow 
From the banks 
Money,once
To repay in installments 

We borrow 
From air banks
Our breath
In installments 
To repay once 

Grow more and more trees 
To repay borrowings once...

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I Slept with a Female Mosquito – part VII 

In the interim be quashed, my pangs
The process should be sore slow. 
I will do it gallantly; wicked empire
I will kill her in small installments
Tick!...

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Despite my talent, I have failed,
In so many different ways,
So many more different days,
Allowing my heart to get nailed.
Priorities had to be spelled
Properly, prompting me to stay
On my toes, in order to pay
Installments that will get me bailed.
Never in my life have I tried
To avoid my life on the run.
More than once in a while, I cried,
Each time I fell under the gun.
Now, I feel as if I just died,
Telling the world that I am done....

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Substantial quadrants of hate

Throughout these veins circulate

Spiraling in frenzied states

Adrift an ailing coma


Infinite corruption clawed my corneas

Birthing the erasure of euphoria

Imprinting trademarks of memoria

Leaving in wake vile aromas



All confidence dissolved to solvents

Due to definitive involvement

Susceptible to gaunt installments

Marring my skin with melanoma



Mother Earth serves as a mime

Humanity must be refined...

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The brook babbles
and rambles
over the rocks,
tumbling down
past the cabin
among the trees
at the foot
of the protecting mountain. Under the watchful eye
of deer
and bear 
and chipmunk.
In the intimacy of bedroom
the first desperate cry
of the newborn rises. 
Searching with foggy eye exclaiming existence
pondering purpose.
Unaware
the gift of life
paid for
by the giftee
in moment installments.
In far flung decades
returning to birthplace
facing the final portal....

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The Phenomena of Silent Companionship
David J Walker

Only the low electronic voices
That run the house that
Blink in blues and greens
Can be heard
	Can be seen in
The dark
Can be comfort in their 
Private conversations 

Talking about me
Never speaking to me 

Unless addressed for
Necessary maintenance
 I am the master
Free
But only within their
Borders

My Powers are paid for
In monthly 
Installments 
The high price for 
The phenomena of 
Silent companionship...

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