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Imprimis

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~ In the first place, I set out To write down a poem – ~ The best one As yet to be done. ~ Unspoken, Unwritten, Unheard of, Undone. ~ In imminence, It’s eminence, Still was. ~   ©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn revised 08 April 2014.

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Birds of One Feather

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~ We are becoming The old folk we knew, No longer now with us, Whose losses we rue. Life, like a train trip, One track bearing to; There is no return trip – Onward, straight through. Too frequent are short stops, To drop off a few; Old folk won’t get on, Just only the new. […] Continue reading →

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an essence in being

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  ~ I hope I become   some part of memory   somewhere   of someone a snapshot of mind   an image   a record a minuscule sign   I too then   shall last beyond   my just measure   a slit so affixed   a fitted assigned   no name,   need […] Continue reading →

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An Irony of Bees

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~ She gives of her life     For the sake of the hive: Her goal gives meaning to life. ~ The hive and the queen,     Both must survive! This be the reason she’s alive. ~ No thought of the Self.     No saving of Soul. No purpose to reason the Goal. […] Continue reading →

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A Boy and a Girl

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~ A girl and a boy,   together they play; friends,    if but only today.   A time will soon come,  as it always does, and lead each other    away.   She’s cute.   He’s pretty.   But Nature betrays   the neat from the normal; there’s nothing abnormal   that Nature obeys. […] Continue reading →

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Gold, Where He Tread

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~ A child will be born To a latter-day father:   It might just be one son, Or maybe a daughter.   Out of one thing, And, then, into another.   Nothing of parenting Had entered his head.   But one life – Then everything! Is gold, where he tread.   Who knows of the paths? […] Continue reading →

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Abundance

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~ The boy is just eight He receives all the hate All the anger Invidious Envy. ~ Behold thus the Danger: If one man, too many.   What bestirs of the Breast Which Hides within Heart?   Or the Head When a Soul Is just Dead?   What Moves Such a Man To Physical Violence? […] Continue reading →

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The Hourglass

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“Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis Vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo.” [from The Waste Land. T.S. Eliot.} ~ I have become      accustomed to life. Three score and four- and I’m not keeping score- years, and there well may be more. […] Continue reading →

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The Name of that Song

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…. In teenaged years,   they wait in great hope – They’re waiting   for something to happen.   They wait and they mope    for some lucky stroke, they’re waiting   on brand new     horizons.   They fill up on hate,   in worlds they create; they cannot escape   from inside […] Continue reading →

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Pansy

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…. simple pansy   beautiful flower; in purple,   else yellow, or some other color:   what is your fancy? what’s your desire?   I know. you won’t tell me   what sets you afire.   Ah! pretty pansy!   so simple the flower:   your nonchalant fancy   I do so admire.   two […] Continue reading →

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Allergic Reaction

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~ It’s allergy season,     or so I’ve been told,   and the people are falling     in love!   There’s more to this sunlight –     We’re tired of the cold!   And long since old Winter,     we’ve turned off the stove,   Allergic Reaction     is taking […] Continue reading →

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Someone I Didn’t Know

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                                              for Glenna Loar-Nielsen   …. Who knows when it comes, the whys and wherefores – which month, what day, what year?   But I heard, somewhere, that you recently died – yesterday, […] Continue reading →

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It Jest Might Be Hominy

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  Once, I was Younger and wild with the Hunger for the footloose,      and be fancy free.   But then, I grew older; I became an up-holder for the socio-respons-     ibility.   And now, that I’m Ag-ed, some say that I’m too Sag-ed; for I spew forth in much      […] Continue reading →

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Bury me under the Joshua Tree

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~ Bury me under the Joshua Tree, it’s said to live for two-hundred years, and then, maybe some more.   One, two, three or some sundried hundreds of years, is for sure.   And who wants to stay when they’re mostly away from Life and its Strife and all passion?   I’m telling you, if […] Continue reading →

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