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Do Not Misunderstand Death

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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Elephants - Two Limericks

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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Odd Socks

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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The Perfect Recipe - For Michelle

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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Me and the Zimmer Man

•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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Haiku Haiku

Short, profound haiku
form oft' botched & butchered
Mercifully generous

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2 Haiku

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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Nothing, Zilch, Nix, Diddly Squat

the saddest thought -
to have lived for naught

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Let's Not Rush These Things, My Love

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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Me and the Zimmer Man - Continuing On

Things were not advancing much

though we hurtled across the tar;

conversation was grinding to a halt

 & that was something

 I  needed desperately  to avert.

“Ah! Yes,” he interposed quite eerily,

Having clearly read my thoughts, yet again:

“The halt and the lame

Will one day rule the highways.”

“An interesting proposition Bob,

Which also shows you have not

Lost your touch with words; indeed

  I suppose you know all too well

 How deeply words can touch.

I myself couldn’t think of a rhyme for ‘halt’

Or use it in just that way- like a gestalt-

So I do thank you so kindly for

Your paranormal interpolation.”

“It’s my work,” he returned drily, “I do

It for a pay and when it’s over 

I’d just as soon go on my way.”

“ ‘Hurricane’ ” blurted I, “your protest

Song of high distinction! Well,

That’s my earnest, humble opinion.”

To which he just gave a longsidelong glance

Simultaneously wrenching the wheel hard left

And taking a minor exit quite unexpectedly.

“So,” I timidly enquired, “Bob,” ( I was working

Up to it), “Where exactly are we headed?”

He grinned a grimace as only he can

Which was as much to say I should have known.

“We’re goin’ down this road some to

Where the winds of war are still blowin’

For there’s still some good fodder there

For the wordsmith and the songster.”

That’s Bob, thought I, contented in this knowledge

(Which left me none the wiser), always purposely

Imprecise, speaking in a kind of cipher.

He must have sensed my discomfort then

And added a cryptic, though reassuring “After”

I boldly countered with “Before”

And he smiled knowingly.

This was a splendid game we played

A game and nothing more.

I was supping at his table

And he was serving up a feast.

I was the Frankie Lee perhaps

To Bobby’s Judas Priest, and there was

No telling who first would be released.