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A lane alone
A look alike
A lift aloft
A love alive
A luau aloha
A load allied
A laugh aloof
A lode allude
A lore allure
A loan align
A lodge allege
A lobo alibi
A law allow
A loss alas
A lane alone
February 12, 1995
Submitted to contest: Choose A Topic – D, Heartbreak and Loss
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
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Truth bubbling forth as from a mountain spring.
A gem set in gold resting on purple velvet,
“Better a smooth step than a smooth tongue.”
He rotates his posterior to the world,
While his eyes are transfixed upon its reflection,
Body impacts a light pole without anticipation.
Mouth pontificating.
Heart petrifying.
Soul putrefying.
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A linguistic symphony composed of superior vocabulary intricately braided into a formidable fabric of such dimensions as to consume the accessible volume approaching a coherent and comprehensive declaration without convergence and with sufficient obfuscation, redirection and commentary to frustrate attempts to ascertain the essential conceptual content, the oration masquerading as a professional discourse, existing as virtual fluctuations of an internal vacuum that are appreciated only when recognized as improvisational performance art of which it is a unique expression of the intrinsic beauty of nothing.
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Charlie, the platypus,
Had a big yellow bus.
Charlie, the platypus, did.
Mary, the elephant,
Was quite elegant.
Mary, the elephant, was.
Sidney, the parakeet,
Could sing so very sweet.
Sidney, the parakeet, could.
Rodney, the kangaroo,
Counts all the way to two.
Rodney, the kangaroo, does.
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I rise in the intermission, the break between two days, that belongs to no illuminated date. The dog snores as I slowly and steadily dress in thin layers that allow the body to exchange breath with the night. I gently exit the protection of exclusion, careful not to the disturb the solitude that I enter.
Tingling cold brushes across me as I give the air a taste of my warmth, a tentative expression of intimacy, promised, offered and accepted. The run begins alone, daytime citizens do not exist at this non-hour. The city is abandoned, free. I experience a simple quiet accompanied by footsteps and the rhythm of breathing.
I don't see you or know you, but I believe you are there. Somewhere, in some dark city street, you are running with me. I sense your contentment. Your smooth easy stride resonates with mine, becoming a song, the ballad of the run. I salute you with the slightest hint of a nod.
December 9, 2017
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Push ahead
Be strong and steady
The game is won beyond the rules
Power to the parasites
Sacrifice
Be kind and humble
The good are trampled in the muck
Abuse for our foundation
Turn inward
Take back and advance
Reward comes to those who avenge
Triumph in your fulfillment
Look around
Be hope and healing
Comfort comes to those you support
Rejoice in their revival
Rot away
Become the cancer
The selfish betray their own being
Horror in the mirrors
Give away
Share pain and sorrow
The generous find hidden treasure
Love reflected in faces
November 29, 2017
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“Your hat's all wrong”, she said,
“On the wrong side of your head”.
“To the mirror”, she commanded.
Discovered I was now left-handed.
I removed the hat with discretion,
Found myself without direction.
Realizing the magnitude of my loss,
I valued the lines I could not cross.
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When in the course of time
You saw you were blind
And your deaf ears heard,
“I love you!”
Then the dead flesh died
Though the demons tried
And your old friends said,
“Who are you?”
Striving to solve this mystery now
They search themselves
But no one knows
The question.
But the answer's clear.
The Word is near.
In the hearts of men,
Eternity.
Now in the course we're in
It's the test of time
And we're graded on our
Our answer.
Who is he?
(A song)
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To write
Or to right?
Is there a right to write
Or does one write to right?
What is left to write if rights are wronged
Or are rights left when one writes wrongs?
What rites are right
And who writes rites
Or were they left?
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I espied a young roach
As he did encroach
Upon a spot I call my place
I gunned him with some mace
In madness he did flee
Into a hole I could not see
Twas assumed death was his fate
Yet he had only gone to mate
And so I sit where I still live
Viewing the territory I did give
Unto this most clever foe
And his multitudes born below
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