Short Wadi Poems

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Every crack in the ceiling,
dries up every river of dreams.
When idle eyes can't view their skies,
wadi minds flood over with schemes.

And every hole in the floors
becomes a bottomless well,
where loveless hearts go wishless,
dry up in a dusty old hell.

The mission bells may toll and toll,
but our dungeons, they fill and fill.
Sweet flowers off the garden path,
wither away for want of will....

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We thought the morning would be calm ~
Till daughter deployed the grandkid bomb.

The youngest makes a Wookiee noise,
And other sounds enjoyed by boys.

Greta's playing the matching game;
The floor: uncluttered before she came.

The oldest bikes through the garage;
Both it and he will soon need triage.

One's running, screaming, wants her "wadi",
And spending time on the potty.

But, midst the chaos and the mess,
I must admit that I'm pretty blessed....

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