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    I hate to leave   but have to go       there’s no way   of getting   around it  

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from a distance

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the lawn looks lovely lovely and wet a valley bucolic comelier yet everything lovely as further you get as then when much closer you get what you vet ©2015, Marvin Welborn 28 July 2015

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Episodical

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…. The puppy of Hooville pees where he must! While two Robins fight for the very same bush. A man walks his Bulldog, he’s taking it home; Where there, the dog buries a well hidden bone. A lady of genteel lives all alone, She Lives off a trust, a family capstone. She hires the young […] Continue reading →

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The Safe Distance Silence

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~ A silence abounds,  when we make our rounds, my two dogs and I on our walks.   There are houses with spouses, singles, and what-nots. They don’t wave, they won’t smile, nor talk.   This silence astounds on these daily done rounds, it’s the sounds of a safe distance silence.   Some cut-level looks, non-verbal […] Continue reading →

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livingdying

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it’s raining again time marches on ~ remembering rain along with a song ~ they sound both the same though both are long gone ~ combing through content contained in a song with the rain with a name but the moment is gone ~ moment by moment the moment hangs on seemingly real ‘til time […] Continue reading →

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transversal

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I mis-read the caption and thought it said waste and posted on facebook why drink it when really it said why water tastes bad when left to stand overnight was I wrong or right ©2015, Marvin Welborn 24 July 2015

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The Flower of Youth

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~ There is in this Flower –     The Flower of Youth! Good for an Hour –     One Hour of Truth. Then, Done! with all Laughter,     Gone! in Disaster, One Hour thereafter,     An Hour, forsooth! Deflowering follows     An Hour of Truth, And all those who follow […] Continue reading →

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Tales of the Tribe

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Society creates the stories it tells itself: factual, specious, apocryphal, dishonest; by any rendition, that according to Wallace Stevens, will still be a fiction.  Myth wears the clothes of its culture, will always be a social fact, and those who would eschew these basic facets of humanity, will prove to be the poorer.  There are […] Continue reading →

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Tit for Tat

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One day, mid-day, maybe noon, not before, there came a loud crashing and thrashing at door. I was resting from reading an old poem of Poe’s, and I’d just laid back when I started to doze. The noise now awoke me, and my senses still slow, a flutter then flapping, would stop and then go. […] Continue reading →

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Flying Into Fall

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~ 
Sometimes I go out, my fly, wide open; most times, I won’t catch it, at all! ~ perhaps, it’s a stretch of old imagination, or hoping, it’s a Freudian Slip – not Fall. ~ But aging is different, by old and tired bodies; raging Young archetypes spring forth and then fall. ~ And a […] Continue reading →

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Sacre-Doted Children

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…. Once, we were soldiers, Boys of eighteen; Intrepid and stupid, One just sixteen. Some were rock stolid, Caught-up in fraught; In rightness of action, Righteous, we thought. We were the children Of the Great War Our fathers had fought in, So there’d be no more. Dearer to children, O Lord! Give us pause – […] Continue reading →

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Do Immortals Suffer Their Losses?

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Oh, come now, Virginia, why look so dark? Why not just smile, and be out? The day’s not so long and soon we’ll be gone, in short time, Virginia, no doubt. So what’s that you say? For me, a short stay? For you, it’s been a long while? Well, that may be true, but what […] Continue reading →

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Social Décor

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Twenty-Four people . . . two rooms apart; Jury Selection, a Criminal Court. Each one, a stranger, another won’t know . . . but after some hours, affinities show. Everyone hungry by mid-afternoon . . . Sitting . . . Just sitting, Inside a locked room. “You look familiar . . . “Have we met […] Continue reading →

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