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Just What Is a Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.

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Army Rangers Rescue Ufo Abductee

Up on  mountain top.
Just don't know how I got here.
Army Rangers  rescued me.
Says UFO kidnapped me.
Sure lucky I was let go.

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A Day At the Flea Market

Dealers arriving
Merchandise appearing.
Bargain hunters searching
Treasures departing.
Dealers exiting
with pockets a-jingling.

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Bacon - Yum Yum

Quickly the hikers rest with a freshly built                         ----------CAMPFIRE 
One of them flips out his ancient cast iron                         -------- PAN
Soon, fresh smells permeate the woods, something is       --------- FRYING
Having trekked and snacked on dates and raisins, so        ---------- TASTY
Smiles now appear  as they now sample  			    --------- BACON

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The Last American Jaguar

The message came to me as a cry from above,
The eagle cried and cried with the sounds of great mourning.
For it seems the last of the American jaguars has passed away.
While trying to rescue the magnificant creature.

This creature with spots so lovely has been exterminated with a final shove.
Now, this beautiful feline no longer will show it's face in each days dawning.
Goodbye, you wonderful creature, the eagle now has his goodbye say.
For we have just lost another of the woodland wonders we all so treasure.

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A Poet's Inspiration

A poet searching for rhyme
Finds a lover who betrays
Now he writes and writes.

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The Yeti's Conflict

As I set and ponder,
My mind does wander,
As if in search of an answer out yonder.

Suddenly, a I sense a thought from a creature so rarely seen.
But he allows his thoughts to enter my dream.
With desires that flow like a stream.

He says his name is Yeti, and lives in a land of high peaks.
And, he is not allowed to talk to men that travel about dressed like freaks,
Who run up and down the mountain in streaks.

Artificial fur these men always wear.
But, He and his clan can only stare.
For talking to them is something he can't even dare.

For ancient law prohibits them from talking to beings so strange.
But, he wishes to discuss the lands that so far away do range,
And much knowledge we could exchange.

Now, the dream does end
I now wonder how, to him, a message I could send.
So as to, cause his sadness to mend.

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Walk-About

I read of the Australian walk-about.
Where, when all out of sorts you walk and walk till you find yourself.

Well, it seems, I have been on a walk-about, for a very long time unable to shout.
One night, unable to sleep at 2am, I went for a stroll feeling unlike myself.

We lived in what some believe was very ancient Indian grounds.
Dating back to the dawn of time.

In amongst the spirits I sensed I felt one making very strange rounds.
this spirit and I felt a kinship, somehow, so I stopped upon a dime.

We shook heads in approval for I now felt I had met myself.
As if an old lost part of my life, stored like a dusty book, was now off the shelf.

Strange though it seems, ever since then, my life has undergone change.
As if I'm discovering new and grander territories through which to range.

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Seeker of Knowledge

Knowledge, is a new key for me and a lady so dear.
We both, not too distant past, away from trouble had to steer.

To learn from our travails, we agreed to increase knowledge.
Letting God be the one who gives us the right tutelage.

But, the question is, just what God wants us to understand.
For many, many religions claim their exclusive inside brand.

After listening to them all, a wise man of Islam brings me new data so I can grow.
He suggested to pray to God for increased knowledge if life is going to flow.

For God, the creator, is the way.
And, there is nothing else to say.

Lo and behold, new knowledge flows into my arms.
New skills and abilities, improving all the time more valuable than alms.

This was the answer my lady friend and I suspected, shortly after we met.
And, upon this route we did, our lives set.

I now understand, no matter what religion pointing to the creator, you follow.
We all pray to the very same God, for which every man is a fellow.

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Can'T Fool Mother Nature

DOUBLETHINK
Can’t Fool Mother Nature

1: THIS LIFE

Newspeak, Doublethink,
and other similar words
only bedevil us.

When trying to figure out what was said,
George Orwell In his novel, “1984,” 
left us clues to solve such improper speech. 

For, we live with words, 
be they constantly updated to satisfy the altered meanings 
or newly purloined from a parallel universe.

Some words give voice in the social/political arena.
Others may have been crafted by lonely jailbirds
with lots of time on their hands.

Lewis Carroll’s “Alice In Wonderland”
had one character, the march hare,
complain about Alice’s
not saying what she meant.

For sure, we are living in a totally made-up world. 
One and all slavishly adopt the chic creations
of newfound technology
that requires newly created words.

This being done without regard to 
how the technology poisons,
and pollutes the environment, 
leaving others to clean up the messy plastic, 
scattered far and wide.

2: OUR NEXT LIFE

But, hope is still with us.
Ever-changing language can turn trashy phrases
into treasures near and dear.
After all, collectors love to restore gas-guzzling,
environmentally-destroying vehicles of antique vintage.   

So, it may not be all that bad for our next life. 
Mother Nature is developing new and evolved bacteria
to consume all those plastics,
left discarded in landfills and ocean dumping grounds. 

Strange!
There are no ever-lasting plastics found in archeology sites. 
Maybe plastic-eating bacteria will appear
to evolve ways to clear the air.
Then, Humans can continue in their efforts 
to develop new and entertaining venues of self-gratification.  

3: HERE AND NOW

Some have said that history repeats itself. 
Further, civilizations of humans have come and gone.
Many have been wiped off the face of the Earth
leaving relics and artifacts in diverse locations.

What of new life forms appearing to clean from the trash heap
that which was Left behind by the capitalistic but inventive new-think.
Will we then have to abandon Earth?

Do we take colonizing spacecraft
to newly discovered pristine worlds?
How about, we terraform Mars?

Or, will Mother Earth continuously re-evolve humankind’s messes
in the here and now.

Or, will we give rise to new hope
for a brand-spanking-new Earth?

Perhaps Mother Nature will terraform Earth.