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do not misunderstand death
flowers, and other plants
drift into our lives,
not to find refuge, but
to implant a message:
do not expect
to live too long;
do not wait to bloom
lest you be struck down
as young buds in
a sudden frost !
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1.
An irascibelephant whom no-one could trust
Had a whim to run amok, or bust!
Though roundly condemned by his peers as a skunk,
From interception they’d cowardly shrunk,
Saying simply, “Old boy, if you musth, then you musth!”
2. Elephants have as a favourite pursuit
A fondness for tasty doum palm fruit,
Though when of this delight they are sated,
The tuskers can become quite inebriated,
And stagger home in enormous wobbly-boots!
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Why do socks seem to disappear?
I can’t find a matching pair!
Not wanting to develop a syndrome
When anyone comments on my odd flair,
I retort with apparent savoir faire:
Yes I’ve another pair jus’ like’em at ‘ome!
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For these ingredients, check life's pantry.
But be warned: most are hard to find!
However, when mixed in a bowl most pure,
They make a 'dish' that's one-of-a-kind!
Take equal parts of honesty
And gratitude beyond mere words ;
Add to this loyalty, generosity &
Strong conviction in healthy thirds.
You'll need devotion, compassion
And kind thoughtfulness ;
A pinch of pure dedication -
Wrapped in warm trustworthiness.
Now stir in a sense of humour,
Don't go easy on the laughter -
As you'll find this fashionably tasteful,
With a tang that lingers long after.
What amazes about this intriguing dish
Is how it rises above adversity,
Due to its special resilient essence
Based on home-grown spirituality!
When of this unique creation
You have truly experienced,
Life will no longer be the same:
For it will be immeasureably enriched!
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•to zimmer (v.t.) – to flash brilliantly with apparent blinding insightfulness, suggestive almost of a certain numinosity.**
•** numinous (adj) – of or pertaining to a numen***; arousing elevated or religious feelings.
•*** numen (n) – a deity; a divine**** power or spirit.
•**** divine (adj) – of superhuman ***** or surpassing excellence.
•*****superhuman (adj) – exceeding ordinary****** human achievement.
•******ordinary (adj) – you, perhaps, and I, most definitely.
TO BEGIN WITH, THIS IS NOWHERE NEAR THE BEGINNING…
Me and Bob Dylan ( that is, the person sitting next to me
who I had every reason to believe was he
who possessed THAT reluctant voice of a generation,
and the person I had no reason to believe wasn’t me)
were cruising in a beaten-up FE Holden down Dictionary Highway, a nexus of beaten
tracks, without a number, but known by all numbers between zero and infinity,
simultaneously stretching in all directions at once past everywhere and nowhere,
taking in along the way such memorable places as The Black Stump, Billyo,
Woop Woop, Buggery and **** Creek, and, in a kind of lexical alchemy,
bringing you right back to where you thought you were
thus producing near-stichometrical tales such as this.
We were on a rhyme-spree.
“Bob, ” I asked, “to what now do you aspire?”
To which he replied, in a drawl slow as a wet week,
”A spire? A place no man can dwell”.
This was going to be a long ride, I could tell.
…to be continued, or, TO END WITH, THIS IS NOWHERE NEAR THE ENDING...
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Short, profound haiku
form oft' botched & butchered
Mercifully generous
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the saddest thought -
to have lived for naught
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the cats rise, arch, eat, lick,
then slink off seeking sun-
toiling is not in their ken.
~@~
the dog also rises; stretches;
scampers comically to your side
and farts...first smile of the day!
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I have dug this one out of the poetry attic; composed when a teen, hence the dated references. Fellow Soupers of my age-group (60 in a few weeks- Yikes!) might enjoy it:
Friend, watch out! They're talking.
Have you heard what they're talking about?
They're not talking about revolution
Nor of mystical ablution,
Not of meaningful discussions
Nor of drastic repercussions.
Not of drugs and their results
Nor of wars and satanic cults.
Not of full-blooded,Medal-studded,Octo-Olympians
Nor of the tragedy of fading Ethiopians.
Not of whether the weather will hold out.
Will I tell you what they're talking about?
They're not talking about extinction
Nor about energy diminution.
Not about the bludging bureaucracy
Nor of stifling plutocracy.
Not about student-Left activity
Nor of the signs of cultural declivity.
Not about aspects of phallic domination
Nor of real genuine insemination.
Not about who is sure and who in doubt.
Should I tell you who they're talking about?
They're not talking about Nixonfrancocastroamin
Nor of that handydandy, non-returnable
Devastatingly non-biodegradable container
Their fingerfriedlickinchicken lunch was served in.
Not of astronautical penetrations
Nor of the psycho-sexual implications
Of the demise of Chairman Mao.
Not of matters affecting us right here and now!
Nor of suicide, VD, rape, fraud, famine and disease.
Not of all the things like these
Which make this world the wonderful place that it
Most certainly is (and
All divinely-ordained to wit!)
No! They're talking about subversion,
Of unabashed, unwashed perversion!
In short ( and I hear all this is true)
Those bastards are talking about ME & YOU!
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you never know...
these breaths we breathe
may be our last
so let's linger over
this goodbye kiss and hold fast
a while more
no cursory peck barely
finding its mark
no air embrace
leaving no scent
no, let us linger over this kiss
and hold fast a while longer
these breaths we breathe
may be our last...
we never know
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