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This!

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Might well be The last song We sing, From now, Unto Winter, And on Into Spring. No one Can tell me What the morrow Will bring; This much Of learning, I’ve learned If nothing. No one Can foresee What tomorrow May mean. No such Comprehending, Or so thus May seem. What comes Here, and after, […] Continue reading →

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The Garden of Plenty

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~ A garden of plenty, best seen by light, sleeps quiet as many all though the night. A lonely cicada makes a great sound, where none but the one is around to be found. A specie of last year, this year, the blight, makes this single creature the sounds made at night. The garden of […] Continue reading →

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Microcosms

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~ I pass by your house, such a lovely estate! Compared to your neighbors, it looks you’ve done great.   I’ve looked upon you; we’ve met face to face – Worlds upon worlds, where small worlds encase.   Yet, both of us come from different directions – Yours, from a low life; mine, not that […] Continue reading →

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In Media Res

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…. Alice E Henley, Let’s make this easy:   She was born In Kentucky, Nearer Tennessee, A smart August baby In media res.   Even when spirits Swear “Fin de Siècle,” Still it was ten years Into the new century.   And Alice E Henley Had no erudition – Low education, In that part of […] Continue reading →

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Eternity

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~ In the Moments      of Eternity I draw from me      an Ecstasy –   It comes to me,      Discovery! Epiphany,      and Euphony.   A Symphony      from Tympany Parodies      Cacophony.   Such Parity       in Moiety Ought not to be      what […] Continue reading →

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An Image Also Has Words

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~ A squirrel lie unfurled, from end-to-end curled,   near a corner, on the sidewalk, by the street.   My dog stops to smell, but she cannot tell   what chance there befell her, she greets.   The small gray squirrel now gone to the world,   in soul, but body it keeps.   One […] Continue reading →

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The Quickening

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…. first comes the quickening no longer there an ancient excitement long disappeared ~ day in    day out so many the year forgotten    the wonder that’s flushed from aware ~ too soon it goes lost at the cost of career the myth    of excitement as middle age nears ~ daylight delightment a […] Continue reading →

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One More Myth

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…. Pass away, Pass away – Into Oblivion. So much for us And a Great Macho Nation. ~ Two boys of eighteen, one some months older, so close in their ages they could have been brothers, but for the customs of a great nation (still great – not late; like those, which came prior.) They […] Continue reading →

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that something of nothing

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so funny is memory of something not there snippets of moments vignettes of what were the murmur of voices no one will hear to recollect faces none now can wear of those who once were and no longer here so funny the memory of places somewhere of that which once was now no longer there […] Continue reading →

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An Eponym For Theseus

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~ No synonyms to find in the thesaurus;   no eponyms to mind, relating to Theseus.   So why wasn’t he, this man of mythology,   an eponym in Greek for some part of memory?   He forgot – quite a lot! isn’t that what it’s for?   After all, was it not his main […] Continue reading →

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Telos

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i …and when it came time for gods to then eat Prometheus hid the delectable meat, and gave to the gods inedible bones! Man got the best pick, but all knowing Zeus, he knew of the trick. To placate his ire he took from the man all of his fire – No culture,for man; no […] Continue reading →

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Where Young Mothers Go

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~ A young mother walking where young mothers go,   she passes me by, my two dogs in tow.   While talking to someone by cellular phone,   a wide wake awakens the space from her home.   She doesn’t go far before hears the cry,   a young tot at window is wailing Goodbye. […] Continue reading →

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A Tale Should Do It

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~ This is a tale that seldom gets told, brought here but once, before it’s grown old.   A day after Christmas was God-awful cold; one foot of old snow was icy and cold.   In brazen positions, reluctant to go, a marginal army of bold ice and snow.   The day bright and sunny, […] Continue reading →

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Tautologies

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~ I march with my dogs, By leash on the street. I bid a good morning To each one I meet.   The people, that is, When then they will speak: “There goes Lord Belleview; Who’s kept on a leash.”   The Lord of the Belleview! That’s my claim to fame. For those who don’t […] Continue reading →

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