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Tactile (Poem)

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Get to Know a Variety of Maple Tree Species

There’s a lot to be said for tactile suggestion

How treading leaves with rubber soles

Is an eternal orientation

Contextualizing roles

The shoe, the man, the fall

Somewhere between specificity and ambiguity

Strange songs begin to call

Like myriad birds

Flitting in their season

Whether in fifths or thirds

They will seduce a novel reason

The sight and prickle of the holly

The wind whips between bare branches

Without melancholy

Yes, due to such stanchions

As the footfall and the dusk

All such touches all of natures kisses

Will breathe life into a husk

For touch is truth that never misses

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Cager (Poem)

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Image result for 19th century man

Overclocked machines

Stuffed to the brim

With numbered

Listlessness so grim

So grimly unencumbered

To trim

Cutting meaning into action

Assembled and compiled

For a smoother traction

Cager faintly smiled

The neatness the precision

How carefree

To live without decision

In the geometric See

The paths are set

Garbage collected

There’s no regret

No life so masterfully

Architected

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Eyes on the East (Poem)

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daffodils

O you voices of wonder….

Pour out your splendour !

All through the hills…

O sweet and tender!

Reedy and ready…

How the wind fills!

Various yet steady…

Eyes on the East!

Shine stars o shine…

From greatest to least!

All down the line…

Herald the dawn!

Impulse for dancing…

Sundays sweet fawn!

Tender is glancing…

Fresh wine is drawn!

O you voice of wonder…

Pour out your splendour!

Cast down your hilts…

Sing that great ardour!

That drones and that lilts…

It’s never harder!

Than at twilight…

But if faith will continue!

The Sun is our sight…

Shine on o shine on true!

Voices of wonder …

Pour out your splendour!

All through the hills…

Curtains are thrust back !

Exploding as Daffodils…

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Fatalism (Poem)

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mcllelands

A coupla more songs

And its time to die

Same old fatalism

Somethin like two wrongs

Don’t make a try

Raindrop prism

Filters

Same old fatalism

Call it pessimism

Heavy hitters

Put on those tracks

Follow the rails

Again and

A coupla more songs

Draw some links in sand

Mostly longs

In whispers

Made of suggestions

Compulsive vespers

Miss and directions

Researching and

A coupla more songs

And its time to die

And and and same old fatalism

Under a rosy sky

Floating cherry smoke

Epileptic relativism

Gin and coke

And a coupla more songs

and its time to die

Filters parliament

With a heavy sigh

Empty boxes that cement

Every tender why

Same old fatalism

Random assembly

To chase away

Determinism

Determined to stay

Who said what to where and when

Is that destiny? Was that destiny?

I don’t Amen.

It’s hard when you speak in periods you know

Yea it goes something like

A couple more songs that grow

Into a cheap old mic

Maybe one day will glow

Like that same old fatalism

Like a raindrop prism

That arcs double wide

Trailer park philosophies

Theyr’e on our side

That same old fatalism paints symphonies

Come on baby do ya wanna ride?

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What I Mean (Poem)

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Answers

You’re harshin my mellow baby

I don’t feel your vibe

You’re always maybe

That just ain’t my tribe

Well so

If you don’t dig it

You can go

I ain’t gotta fit

This ain’t no show

Why

There’s no reason

That you can’t try

It’s such a late season

Can’t you see that

Certainty

Isn’t a hat

At least not for me

If you want answers

Find someone who ain’t as free

Tow that line

If that’s your scene

I’ll be fine

Cause I don’t know what I mean

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One Oh One (Poem)

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Image result for finland thaw

Drums cascade

Tumbling over

Heartbeats made

Tumbling over

Driving shade

Never lower

Now staccato

Effervescing

Now Legato

Subtle dressing

As field

In bloom

As shield

Embracing gloom

Rhythm

All elemental

Natural logarithm

Living fall

Expressing

Thunder sun

Striking dust

One Oh

One

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O Francis – (Poem)

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The cherries that you bought at the super market

Were almost as sweet as the fleet way that you share a cigarette

In smoky whispers that decay regret

O and never will I never will I cry

From this moment on

There is only a glad song

Deep within my breast

I’ll stay high at last without a feast or fast

Ah, the memory so neatly tied so tidy

Ever in my brain

Balm for every pain

O Francis


Let loose your chances

let’s have wild dances

Out there in the rain

Yes I am again

I am again

For I have nothing more to gain

Tender is the moonlight dappling the morning

As it fades to sunlight

I look at stars which twinly are more bright

O my chief delight


O Francis

let loose your chances

Lets have wild dances

Lift another cup

For there is no faith but up

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‘Daily’ Poem # 11 – Bunt

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Baseball Bunt Coverage Diagrams, Baseball, Free Engine ...

Odd and oddly

Sat in the dugout

Godless and godly

Reviewed their doubt

They would relax

When shadow and light

Hacks

Sight within sight

Swinging the bat in the dark

In a game that is merely conception

They’re always trying to park

To escape the deception
Is it or isn’t it

This way or that

What is sitting and where will we sit

Where are the rules where are they at

I cannot find them no no

Well let’s make them up there’s only one hope

That can’t be so!

Don’t be a dope

There’s just one inning to go!

Is it that urgent?

Yes! Urgent and odd!

Is it emergent?

Yes, yes! Well isn’t that just a bunt from a God!

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‘Daily’ Poem # 10 – Petals

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These wires

 These lights

They’re liars

Half lost fights

O pillow your comfort

The warmth is a pull

From my minds report

It is the errand of a fool

To rely upon beeps

Numbers and tallies

The guesses that the doctor keeps

Do not trust that plastic and metal

That these things will heal

Instead grip each petal

As you roll through life’s wheel

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‘Daily’ Poem # 8 – Melancholia

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Jus ad bellum by Guy Denning on artnet
‘Jus ad Bellum’ by Guy Denning on artnet

To render law unto the lawless you can not use the law

Such are the thoughts that trouble

Vex every cortex raw

Is there justice or simply double

A facsimile?

So how is it that I am just?

But you are free …

What is measure of ought of must?

Is there difference…

Of count or qualia?

The savage rages

And Rome sinks into melancholia


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