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a century too late
I'm a distinction holder in Literature

Grammar a big Zero

they had to pass me
how?
now you know
so I switched on to poetry
with all its
glow
flow
slow
and dough
I’d let grammar down the Thames flow
MY HERE MY GRAMMAR
does go
and
here I too go

ANTI-RANDOLOGY by Ron Woodruff

For the LUCK-/y do SMILE/ for the NEED-/y please TRY/ when in MOURN-/ing do CRY.

We are BE-/ ings of Flesh/ we are TRAPPED/ in this MESH/ love don't QUEST-/ion MORE.

Is it HARD-/er to SEE/ the small DIFF'-/rences plea:/ we are KIN/ 'til we DIE.

for the CHILD-/ ren we HOPE/ on the GLOB-/al scope WE/ must spread LOVE'S/ blessed SPORE.

Ron

Take me to paradise
Where the grass is always green
On any side.

Take me to a place where worry is no more
Where tears fall as raindrops on rose petals
Where love paints a rainbow.

There's no love to be found after the sunsets
And the words of destruction fall as stars from heaven
When I fret.

Please don't eat the flesh of my desire
With your beastly claims
Aimed at my flesh when I try.

we see each other
down the street
and I know I am in love
this won't be the last time we meet

the danger that institutes
your company
the looks and glairs
so worth it

when you light up your eyes
the strike of blue
never left my heart
if love is inevitable

the man across the street is looking
but on our girl on girl
our blushing is punishment
one we will have to endure

Broken veil, specters unseen
shadows long in the low winter sun
highland home, just for a while
a place of mist and legend

Isolated, yet never truly alone
for even the shadows have intent
our spoken words hushed
lest we disturb the rightful residents
of this creaking cottage
that whispers secrets to me
in the dark

Silver glow through low cloud
indicates a bright moon
logs popping in the fireplace
acceptance of the belief
there is more to heaven
and this land
than meets the eye

Human mind…

one's mind is what one wants to be,
godly or devilish what he wishes to be.

I perform arts and science,
with grave significance,
to share a little, of what little I know;
you all are elements of knowledge so.

Wisdom comes to those alone,
who silently and patiently observe
that appears very slow,
though I find it steadily grow.

They feel we all must know
as drops add to water’s flow,
and widen the sea
so like becomes our knowledge be.

limbed
works
latticed
load
words

I look at you
melting eyes
lets escape
and you say
"i'm tired
We are all
tired
tired of our marriage
our kids
our jobs
this state
this weather
our in laws
the loneliness
that is why
I am looking
at you
looking in you
in those eyes
in those beautiful
blue eyes.

a basin of years
washed
dust bowl salvations
in gritty glass prints

I was the ghost
of reasons
flown through
turbulent
tides

and you

the wings
of a broken salvation
rimmed in a dark night
like a bitter eclipse

pockets of stars
shinning
like payphone qaurters

a chord rested
between bars
and in the stillness
a mid step spark
of reason

ignitions
tumbling walls
of fortifications

I have been told to write a poem fair.
My mind is blank and so I sit and stare.
No words will come into my head you see,
until I think. "To be or not to be".

I have / been told / to write / a po / em fair.
My mind / is blank / and so / I sit / and stare.
No words / will come / into / my head / you see.
Un til / I think / to be / or not / to be.

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