Short Reflexively Poems

What of life? What of death? Clinical murder under investigation.
With cruel calculation, the doctor splits the fetus into sections.
A "little boy's" leg jerks reflexively, a helpless human specimen.
Dreaming of riches, she coldly mutilates, a chilling death sentence.






Written on 9/21/2015...

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Kindling a balmy flame

Knolls lovely on both banks

Key to the cure of my

Knee pain, as the river

Knocks on the door inside

Knots dissolve in orange

Kneel I reflexively
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 March 10, 2017 for Pleiades K Contest of Kim Merryman...

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I drift ever closer
to Soledad,
In the winter of 
my life,
For I have done
the unthinkable,
And slayed my
unfaithful wife...

An act committed
reflexively,
And one whose
consequences
I could not see

So, farewell
dear friends,
I am now insane,
I will relive
that horrorific act
Time and time again....

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An old lion limps,
bones crumbling with each step.

Hyenas must kill him.
The once strong cannot remain
to infirm the thriving.

Antelope reflexively run
from hair-triggering scents.

A young pride hunts;
death lives at ease with life.
Fawns and calves are born
into needy mouths.

Windblown dust scatters scraps
of sun-clawed pelts....

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Moody.
He is absolutely blameless
Illogical, moral, and ethical arguments
He doesn't say anything; he simply does
It's conceivable he's behaving reflexively
It arrives, then vanishes
A kid is born and then dies
He lacks intelligence and emotional empathy
And the importance of balancing his relationships
It appears to be cruel and horrible
In both words and deeds

written: May 09, 2022...

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Today I practiced
tai-chi in front of a mirror
with a dozen beginners my age.
I didn't apologize
as I thought I might.
Strange
to pick out the
reflexively familiar.
Icon I,
seen from the outside.
Some of us
would have commanded
with angry eyes
if rumples were smoothed
but now we listen.
They lined up like this
in many old photographs of
unsymmetric faces
unceremonious bodies,
dignities clinginging to fact....

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Collective self-consciousness,
the well where I draw
old voices and struggles
lie deep in its craw
What’s shared but unstated,
reflexively pawned
to borrow ungiven
the right to what’s wrong
Collective self-consciousness,
polarity’s friend
unspoken meridian
between fact and pretend
To wait in the memory
of what’s yet to come
released by the moment
—humanity won

(The New Room: February, 2022)...

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Happiness is a lonely trek
Of unforeseen discoveries
A lifelong trip; an odyssey;
a soul search quest for finding “me”.
How else is one to know its joys
except through one’s experience?
Some roads lead to many tears
While others end with dread and strife
We chalk them up and stay the course
and learn these roads are part of life
that pave the way for what we seek:
to get the “ I” to know the “me”
and reflexively know oneself-
only then can one be happy....

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