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A Friend? A Friend Stopped by?
Odd the things we channel our minds on when preparing for the day in the water closet (I’m not British, but the term is nicer than bathroom). My mind will be a rocket ship on roller skates in the...
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The Birds Mock Me, But Harry Loves Me
Wandering madness catches me briefly after I skip exercise, after I stress over my lack of discipline, and the birds come around, they mock me, but it’s not personal, and the pigeons vibrate...
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Brahms, Revisited without Tears for Today
. Brahms, Revisited without Tears for Today Brahms has the twitchy fuse, lighting me in acidic flames and the arguments inherited from old elephants, between piano and orchestra, are trudging – me, I...
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Lightly, Not Trespassing
This is my late submission for PAD Day 3. My dog ate the first one and that is why this is so late. The prompt for this day was to write a poem on something tentative. . Lightly, Not Trespassing Her...
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Against the Minuses
This is my poem for Day 5 of the PAD 2013 challenge. I’m having fun writing more than I have been and forcing my editor to sit on the back bench instead of guarding the front gate. . The work was a...
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Lessons on Madness and Flow
Today’s PAD challenge was to write an instructional poem. . Lessons on Madness and Flow Rolling back, go gentle, pray with the blackbirds as they scatter to the soft trees, trees bending graciously...
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I Want a Robot (1)
to go out to the bridge, break down, cry terrifically, become breathless, unable to speak of the terrors, but demonstrate them with the full jacket of emotions, take all of my despair so I may sit here...
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The Sharp Brevity of an Isolated Spiritual Experience
For most of the day, I had been treading carefully, waiting and hoping the tiger would eat me, or leave me, and my daughter, suffused in weightless smiles, happiness. We had walloped golf balls,...
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Pierce my will- ingness, make me sail over shocked towers fir- ing waves, that iron jumps, kill- ing angst, making m’love.
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Down, count me red nursery down, count me hel- icoptors tearing off my strings, leaving darkened blue regret.
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