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Luck of the Lost [Poem]

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Being lost
is underrated.

Overblown:
devastating?

But you've not seen
what I've seen:
a world that I 
could not have known,
had the signs 
not been overgrown.

And had I not ventured 
beyond boundary lines,
and tried my very best to find
some ancient item -
long lost to time.

Stumbling,
weary,
but wanting more;

I wandered,
knocking door-to-door.

But none could tell me 
where I was,
because they couldn't
see me from above.

All they knew was that 
I was "here,"
and so, it was as I had feared.

Because I'd left to get away
from here,
in search of some magic where --
an unknown "there,"
far from here.

Fell in a Well [Limerick]

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There was a girl who fell in a well,
but the well had steps, so all was swell.
To not be a bore,
she jumped ten times more,
but back home had to explain her fishy smell.

Plantation at Dusk [Haiku]

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one coffee plant
sticks out while all others
fade into dusk

Failing Daylight [Free Verse]

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i walked the rutted road
in failing daylight
& 
wondered what I might find
when it turned to night
& 
milky moonlight 
would be the only 
means to see
&
i hear the relentless chirp
of a bullfrog that can't be seen
because it's everywhere
to my non-directional ears
but 
still i look for it
&
i step into a puddle
& 
my sock is squishy
with each left step
& 
i go home

Hypnotic Limerick

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James Coates (1904)
There was an anesthetist / hypnotist
whose patients could never resist.
'Twas the even drone
of his flat monotone.
Even the surgeon fell asleep in his midst.

Ganesha [Free Verse]

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Ganesha:
Obstacles removed
&
Good luck brought

All yields to the
elephantine forehead
&
elephantine learning

Seemingly immovable
when seated,
but I've seen you swing;
hoisted by a crane
& 
dangled out over the water

But the pendulum arc was 
short 
&
stiff
&
precarious:
as if it might flip the crane --

every remover of obstacles 
must leave a detritus of
past obstacles in its wake

Hamlet Limerick

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Hamlet Stands Over Polonius;
Eugène Delacroix (1855)
There once was a wavering Prince of Denmark
whose uncle replaced his dad as monarch.
The ghost of his dad
said, "Kill 'em, my lad!"
Too bad he took that stab in the dark.