low afternoon sun makes the old mountains look crisply creased.
Good Light [Haiku]
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Cockeyed [Haiku]
the cockeyed blossom has a winning charm that makes me look twice.
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Doom-Mongers & Talking Heads [Lyric Poem]
You are not the heroes
you think yourselves to be,
dreaming up perfect worlds
that can never be.
Anyone can picture
a far-fetched perfection,
and groan of other's faults
with dead-eyed disaffection.
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Let It Fly! [Free Verse]
Stand on a hill and howl.
Don't wait for the perfect moon.
Gather your thoughts,
& wash the:
cliches,
doublespeak,
technocratic jargon, and
weasel words
out of mind & mouth.
(Those shitty words, phrases,
and qualifiers are heavy,
and will weigh down
your message &
keep it from sailing.)
Then, belt it out.
Let your words fly.
Express your authentic self.
Huff & Puff,
and let the bricks fall
where they may.
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Lotus Patch [Haiku]
Pond Plonk [Haiku]
plonk! - in the pond, the ripples awaken something in my mind.
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Misleading Lines [Lyric Poem]
The headline read, "The World 's at War!" It turns out "with halitosis." I couldn't bring myself to read more. I don't need no bad breath gnosis.
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The Golden Age Mythos [Common Meter]
There never was a Golden Age,
a time much better than right now.
But playing martyr 's all the rage:
to think our world the garbage scow --
whose stinking mass forever grows.
Lest you think that I'm saying these
are times of pure and sweet repose,
Please, let me put your mind at ease:
These times are best. These times are worst.
(To blatantly steal from Dickens.)
This twist is just how we are cursed
to shriek like that sky fall chicken.
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Cat Wrangling [Haiku]
a mother cat turns to consider whether to wrangle kittens
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Ghosted [Free Verse]
What passes through me?
I can't say.
But I feel it move,
causing bone reverberation
of a subtle kind.
I feel it deep within,
but it fades quickly.
I'm moved, but to what,
I can't say.
All I know is that something
has passed through me,
and made me feel like a ghost.
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