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Geococcyx

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The Geococcyx  will stand his own ground; the fastest Cuculidae  of family around. He still knows no Latin,  at least so I’ve found, nor none other lingua,  but still has a sound. And though he’s full-feathered,  he’s unfettered, un-bound. This rapid roadrunner,  where his speed is profound, is unknown, but only  by cartoons – Renowned! […] Continue reading →

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Anapestic Hunger

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I need        to get back     to that feeling        before.   The one        at the time     that my parents        ignored.   The same one        in my own son     which I now        abhor. […] Continue reading →

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Bouillabaisse Nation

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    The two sides are vying,   “foul” all the same,   casting aspersions,   disparaging names.   Each follows a Dogma,   holds each other to blame   for the problems we’re having;   yet, they seem to gain!   A bouillabaisse cauldron,   a Political game.   Two side, like children,   […] Continue reading →

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The Sand Pebbles

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~ I tossed a pebble on to a beach – It did not go far, but under.  ~ The sand   so soft, too subtle   for feet; ’twas here, where the rock, surrendered.  ~ And then, at another, on some other shore, I repeated this action once more.  ~ Where before, it was soft, […] Continue reading →

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Incorrigible Grammar

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  There’s a show on TV   about women who rock,   and ‘They’ call ‘Them’   rock star adventurers.     ‘They’ are not ‘Them,’   nor ‘Them’ are they ‘They,’   but the ‘Them’ and the ‘They’   could be the same,  in some way.   Demonstrative Pronouns   demonstrate, too;   but […] Continue reading →

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Six Months Then a Year

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~   Six months of jungle   warfare training. By July,    assigned Vietnam.   The future looks bleak,   even in February, where a jungle is sunny and warm.   Six months.  Six months.   They drag on a year. The future looks bleak,   and we are still here.   Six months.  Six […] Continue reading →

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The Point of the Poem

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  We’ve come to the point   on writing a poem, where we question   the product we’ve wrought.   We still do no know   if it is, or is not; but we’ll come to that point   in a minute.   Presuming it is,    we know what it isn’t:   It’s not […] Continue reading →

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Aubade Accolade

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  In a moment of composite newness, the adjectives flow into the way.   Left breathless, by sensual pleasures, that pirouette slow rondelays,   I take in the moment’s sweet offers; if for only a moment, per day.   Too pleasing these composite hours, but for thee, Love, I simply essay:   The moments for […] Continue reading →

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The Man In The Moon

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  The mother, a regular,   working-class gal. She married again   with her baggage.   The man she married   took in her with child; a bastard, from a previous   marriage.   “A son of a bitch,”   his family would say. Not to his face,   but behind a closed door.   […] Continue reading →

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A Rolling Stone

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~ I walk    by myself, I talk     with myself. I keep     to myself,       alone.   It’s come down    to this –   A blast    from the past for whatever it was.     Too fast!    I cast what I had sown.   All that […] Continue reading →

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Resolution

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  December, remember, is one month away   from a new year   beginning on New Year’s Day.   What to Recant? What to want? What to give up, but can’t?   From the lists of the Shain’t,     to the end of next Lint,   some will be getting,     whilst some, […] Continue reading →

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Burning My Bridges

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  Alas!       Well done!   At last, it has come….   It was always a one-way direction.               (Oh! Iniquitous injustice!)               (False hearted confection!)   So it happens, sometimes,          to some.   The onus    […] Continue reading →

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Kuala Lumpur

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  Somewhere    someone is wearing a watch – Rolex fakes,  made in China!    I bought them on market,     in Kuala Lumpur; but now they are someone’s     else watches.   Kuala Lumpur,     I won’t see any more – a city in Penury’s pocket.   I witnessed a man […] Continue reading →

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