Short Obligate Poems
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Simple is the crux of good design
Yet complexity is the path
One must follow to start with.
Only then is revealed
How to simplify,
Stripping away
The padding
To gist,
Crux
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21 April 2017
FORESHADOWED PICTORIALS
purifying
sensory
illusions
of
inner
necessity
accepting
reformulated
motifs
in
tender
playful
earnestness
impulses
to
obligate
contradictory
persona
surrounded
by
anythings
& everythings
big spin
win again
in like Flynn
hodgepodge dodge
slash bash
mishmash
sycophants
chants rants
seat-of-the-pants
riff-raff
grift graft
craft
debate obfuscate
obligate
alienate
annoy enjoy
deploy
destroy
curtail assail
derail …
pray tell ?
The long, green tail twitching on the kitchen floor
Fills me with disgust, so I throw it outside.
I'm aware that my obligate carnivore
Has a secret that she disdains to confide.
The cat grabbed the lizard while crouched in the shade.
She enjoyed a meal of reptilian feast,
Yet she kept the tail, brought in to be displayed.
My sweet, cuddly cat, my predatory beast.
I
She heard at age eight:
"You exist, good, Does not obligate"
The Universe to take notice at 18 0r 88.
II
Maureen, you are not in hiding
intellectually
MO McGreavy, you are fearless
artistically
My Sister, you can dialog (Dialogue)
fraternally,
nationally,
internationally,
universe-ally.
(c)Anil Deo, thanks Maureen McGreavy for inspiring dialog over our words. PTL
The ancients honored you in their cultures
Mythology crowned Jataya, King Of Vultures
Obligate scavengers, you conduct your foray
Toward putrid carcass of what will be your prey
Dead bodies, prairie dogs, rodents, wild boars
Insatiable eclectic pallet opens many doors
Vomit, your defense, your uric acid searing
Hunched backbone, broadened wingspan so fearing
Here they soar, the vultures who seldom kill
Just scouting about for their carrion meal
Ah, the middle age where I
Can find excuse. No one now
Will test me to ride the wild horse.
No one will offer the fat udder
For the order of disciples.
No one will expect that I
Should leave my seat and stir
The hissing embers.
Ah, the middle age where I
Can heal from inflicted justice.
No one now will place my weight
On the several social scales.
No one now will sniff my excrement
And be duly appalled,
Nor will they obligate
With tears and flowers.