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Frangipani Scribbles [Haiku]

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bare frangipani
scribbles shadow art
on blank temple walls

Wasp & Ant [Haiku]

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a wasp & an ant
converge on a cloying plant
blithe on each other

Feathertop [Haiku]

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the Feathertop sways,
as the river beside it glides
inexorably

Rage Monster [Common Meter]

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There is an angry beast inside
who shakes at me sometimes.
It gives me mean and violent thoughts.
It draws no moral lines.

It'd kill them all in vicious ways
without heartfelt remorse.
This fever of being must be,
until it's run its course.

Then I can be civil again,
and my blood can cool.
And I can play my normal role:
-n- be done playing the fool.

I’ve Never Been Lost in the Woods [Sonnet]

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I've never been lost in the woods,
though I've been lost so many times.
I've been lost in my neighborhood,
and I've been lost within my mind. 

You say the trees look all the same.
I say that's some speciesist shit.
No. I don't know the trees by name,
but that doesn't matter a whit.

I've never been lost in the woods:
lost means wishing to be elsewhere.
Lost is all about "woulds" and "coulds."
But I'm not lost if I don't care:

don't care I don't know this exact spot,
'cause I know precisely where I'm not!

Hoi An Limerick

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There was a lantern maker from Hoi An
known for being a brilliant craftsman.
So increased his fame,
'til his shop burst in flames,
and they called for a paper lantern ban.

Cynic Limerick

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The philosopher named Diogenes
was like a dog... known to have fleas.
-failed to find an honest man.
-didn't let "Greatness" block his tan.
But he lived simply, and as he pleased.

Limerick of Valladolid

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There was a burglar from Valladolid
who could burgle with great grace and speed.
he broke into the sacristy
with much alacrity,
but was dog-chased out of the church and treed.

Bad Parenting [Common Meter]

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I don't mean to cast aspersions,
but it would seem to me
parents shouldn't give a child stabby
things 'fore the age of three.

I don't know whether this household
has a pup or kitty,
but if the kid can spear the floor
the pets ain't look'n pretty.

Saying a babe shouldn't have a spear,
you'll call me "left-wing nut,"
but I don't like dog-on-a-stick:
even if it's a mutt.

The Happy Castaway [Common Meter]

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Adrift at sea for days and days,
who knows how it will end?
Your body sloshes like the waves,
but as your mind descends.

Your mouth is dry; your body pruned.
In thirst, the water taunts.
But - ever wet - your skin sloughs off.
When soaked, the water haunts.

The sun burns hot. Then fog rolls in,
and senses are deprived.
And washing up on vacant shores,
you find that you've arrived.

You know not where - but feel relief.
Land monsters can't be worse
than those that grab you by the mind
while high seas you traverse.