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Let Us Not Become Confucius

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The dog stood in line in a vet’s tiny office, just waiting for inoculation. She was waiting her turn, behind all the others, where the one in the back always suffers. And after some wait, she just couldn’t take anymore, so the door she turned to and gaited. Patience, a virtue, but not so in […] Continue reading →

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streets w/o people

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~ the first full day brand new new year I sit in my car radio playing a song from a singer no one remembers as I did when I lived some other year no one is moving no one is here streets w/o people music I hear where people are missing nobody there some say […] Continue reading →

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Pox Americana

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~ Once, a man told me    the lynchings of Blacks Cannot be compared    to the Nazis Extermination    of a whole nation Is genocide;     not so, the case of the other. The systematic,     deliberate slaughter Is murder for murder,     for murder’s sake. One, genocide,     the […] Continue reading →

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Episodes

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The puppy of Hooville pees where he must! Two Robins are fighting for the same bush. A man walks his Bulldog, taking it home; Where there, the dog buries a well hidden bone. A lady of genteel living alone, Lives off a trust of well hidden fortune. She hires the young lad to work in […] Continue reading →

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The Garden of Eden

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~ Where sometimes I sit, More often I sit, Somewhere out here in the garden. A Garden of Eden Worn down and beaten, Gone now all to seed and broken. Where sometimes a bird Will flit to the yard Researching for bits to be eaten. It riffs through the sheaths Of fallen down leaves, The […] Continue reading →

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Where Rivers Flowed

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So let us go then,     you and I, unto the hills     and azure sky, where there, together,     both espy pebbled shells     of rubble stone, the smoothed down hills,     a past well gone. A boy too young,     and dog, won’t know the why of […] Continue reading →

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A Sonnet Too Tragic For Comic And Truth

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~ Was Richard Pryor really that funny? Somewhere in humor we always find Truth. We laugh with the Jokester, by the Jester’s uncouth; Smile at Al Roker, forget Lenny Bruce; Find in some rumor a murmur of proof, That simpler things are closer to Truth. Compare the Comedian many have read, Mentioned by Shakespeare (the […] Continue reading →

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Minor Inceptions

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Minor Inceptions ~ The curve, in the road; A wind in the bend; Trees among sidewalks; Homes, without end. These are the few things, Reminding again, That minor inceptions Stay there and then. It all could be different; A difference depends On minor inceptions Of how, where and when. One thing for someone, Remembering, Is […] Continue reading →

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In Houses Gone Silent

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~ Lying and sleeping far off in bed, He heard his name called: “Pop!” what it said. “Dear Heart! I’m coming.” and rose from his bed; But, searching and seeking, found nothing, instead. Empty and silent – The house was all dead! The sounds he had heard, were words in his head. A memory living; […] Continue reading →

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Peripetia

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~ A change of direction, Some call it correction, Upon introspection, Reorientation. Peripetia, It’s all in the turn; From denouement, Some lesson to learn – Unless one looses And chooses to spurn, It’s loss is the cost, To which we return. ~ ©2014,Marvin Welborn 19 October 2014.

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The Lady Llorona

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~ The Lady Llorona Passes near here – Beware! My Dear Son, The Crocodile Tears! Take “No!” As your answer. Y Tenga Cuidado! Si como se dice – “Watch out for the Lady.” I’ll give you a tale, It’s high-time you knew The Modern Medea, Dark Angel of Hell. I’ve waited to now, But Now’s […] Continue reading →

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In Houses Gone Silent

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~ Lying and sleeping far off in bed, He heard his name called: “Pop!” what it said. “Dear Heart! I’m coming.” and rose from his bed; But, searching and seeking, found nothing, instead. Empty and silent – The house was all dead! The sounds he had heard, were words in his head. A memory living; […] Continue reading →

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