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Category: Poetry

Past Past

Was isn’t any more.Won’t know what really is.Historians keep the scorewith a clock without advancing numbers.A stream only adds to the ocean.Outside that has got…

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Me

I have reached an age where everything seems agedfrom spotted hands to the variety of toe nail.I guess in a lifetime all turns odd and…

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Flowers of Good

The sun hastens the rose.The roots waken the ruby.So it goes with countless poets.Dig them up for gold-rimmed broaches.

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Cross-eyed

You had one eye that crossed.It was a Da Vinci touch.To compensate for the lossyou favored it too much as if you were ponderingthe latest…

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Challenging

I’m about to give up.Throw in the sponge.Here comes a thoughtShall I take the plunge? Is it good enough?Shall I change the pace?Dig a little…

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My Science

Plurality is all?Count atoms in an inch-wide ball.Numbers alone speed off the page.Crash through walls at any stage. Perhaps there’s a link behindone word and…

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First Steps

When you don’t fear the fallof a ball down the hall.And you go after itforgetting a parent a bit.And you’re on your ownin a frame…

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