How are you?
Hello
Is the nicest words to say
To someone
That You Love
Goodbye
Is a polite expression
disposed too
Those you don't
How are you
Can be the compromise two
For those you love
And those deplored
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In a garden that's imagined
Hold your tongue
Before you speak
Listen for sighs
Then continue to repeat
Trade the rage
For the pen
By spilling words into a fountain
Rippling rich cascading language
With a resonance sheathed in beauty
Conceived from our perceptions
To struggle against the universal
To ferment your own salvation
Which echoes lost our Dionysius
In a garden that imagined
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Strange Bedfellows
Anne Coulter entered a room with Mahmoud Ahmadinejad
Instead of passing insults they embraced their secret love
Both traced their hungry fingers around each other's tentacles
Playing one leg up of footsie while moaning death to homosexuals
Afterwards they shared a cigarette and joked about the holocaust
It's amazing how shared hatred makes the strangest of bedfellows
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Meow
My kitty cat thinks
That I'm a little mad
I know this for a fact
As she said on the phone
Complaining it's absurd
For an animal to talk
Or use lateral dexterity
To use a telephone
So either she is lying
Or I am a little mad
For the only thing she utters
Is a guttural single vowel
Her words not mine
I'll translate in Cat-toniest
This solitary term
That proves I'm not so mad...
MEOW
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The prologue of Breath
Heaven is Hell, upside down
Wherever you view it, will be your crown
Paint the jewels in a color
In amorphous arms, keep you in slumber
Awake to the dream; know it’s real
The taste of reality is always quite sour
The faithful laugh in ridicule
Pause unconcern: relief is for the medicinal
Above the sky sits the empty world of space
One day you’ll find it can be a very busy place
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Nostalgias Drug Trafficking
Beauties ugliness
is times growing divide
Every spring's may flower
Becomes a Locus of pride
Until the steel blade of winter
Demolishes all selfish brides
And all fatal attractions
Encumber new wisdom lines
The taste of the apple
Sours when it has falling
Recoil the serpent
Who prays during its shedding
On a highway of deserts
Where Martyrs of sinning
Impede with excellence
Nostalgias drug trafficking
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Alternative Professions for Politicians
A surgeon can moonlight as a clown
Just as a commercial air pilot can sing
While soprano player can juggle motherhood
Tandem to performing recreational catering
A teacher can bake, and Lawyers can wait
And chimpanzees are educated in the art of greeting
(Which I've been told they have found know one worth speaking)
But as far as I know a politician has only one alternative profession -
Theater and Larceny
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Welcome to the Club
Welcome to the club
Of six billion people
Each one convinced
There a membership of one
And constantly asserting
That they're all alone
While everyone around them
Searches daily too belong
In activities and routines
Finding diversions and pursuits
But always saying no one knows
The pain of smiles suffering
When everyone has a card
In a membership of one
To a club that has 6 billion
And growing more alone.
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Newspaper
A news paper cried
Helvetica Serifs Leaking runny ink blots
across the front banner
It tried to be brave attempting false poise
But it knew the story
Crackling its paper
Like editions before and those that come after The Imminent interest was just the front features
Becoming compost
It moves with acceptance whatever its story It's just yesterday's news
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Butterfly Words
A poem is a catch
Of butterfly words
That I chase with a pen
Within a paper mesh
The similes scamper
But I pinch their rims
My eyes are for rhyme
Though I never have time
I seek to make beauty
Collected in prose
In a language safari
For a substitute Hobby
My styles amateur
And not so complex
But I love a good Verse
With rare Haiku figures
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