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Viola Neurologist Poem
Conventional wisdom means:
Compliments
Smiles
Artificial flowers
Restraint and order
It’s like an English garden
Trimmed and accurate
Where nature is masked
And curves are beaten
It’s like an artificial flavour
Disguising the sweetness
Of the fruit
To constrain, to restrain
To hide, to abstain
Conventional wisdom is
Quiet and nice
Polished and wise
Yet sometimes like volcanic
Magma the feelings burst
Out unconventionally
Proclaiming my spirit my
Pain my laughter my
Essence – unconventional
And wild – like
The howling wind
The ocean storm where
Everything is thrown aside
And gets very messy
And not very quiet and wise like
An English Garden
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Viola Neurologist Poem
Little zebra, black and white,
You are day and you are night,
Black past white, white past black,
When night passes, day is back.
Little zebra, black and white,
Piercing eyes like signs of fright,
Stripes of luck or earthy turns,
When night passes, day returns.
Little zebra, black and white,
Bring me day and bring me night!
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In my dream, the sun was a god,
The moon smiles and gave me a nod,
The stars turned to shining dust,
Which scraped off of metal as I watched it rust.
Then a fire started out of a spark,
The obscure dream went all dark,
I woke up looking at the wall,
The real world felt so small!
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