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Calling Shakespeare he is
ask him
why he had to create sonnets.
was it because he wanted
guys to pass time
and learn rhyme....
there was no cell
no TV,
no laptop
no iPod! what etc
was only his dictionary
twas the reason?
Just ask him
Shakespeare come alive
what you spoke none dared question,
now the moment we open our mouth,
they ask why?
that's the gift of our Internet
which thank god in your time
they didn't beget
poet writer
dust decipher
mirage miracles
at the horizon
the forum theorem
all the stars
are keys
on the bracelet of
the way
milled and milken
flawless
and torn
asunder we drive
driven
we ride
awaiting our
glorious dawn
our creator
beset
by factors
of random
random
tidings
carefully swept wings
tended hearts
in guarded gardens
..
Honey Spill
(for Susan Lynn O.)
It only seems a dark lottery is fixed
Your numbers were a Helios calculus
beyond doubt. Your eyes filaments,
honeycomb butterflies pinned on a record
needle. Your night music got louder,
the beat jaundiced. Our suburban
noir morphed towards it’s assured end,
but don’t we all? No. Not like this. A ballet
of bonding shadow on white picket
points, we float! Two Rorschach blots
inside a canvas tear. Let the liquor have
its spirit. It only seems a dark lottery is fixed.
A Mouse Twirling Dust
A quiet little mouse I am
Staying kind holding ham.
But lies and slams make me cuss
And rip your heart out before I hush,
I'm the big dog
You're the little dog
And you maybe me I'm fighting with,
The fruit of my womb, a gift,
But I’ll crush you like the twirling dust
If you don't back up, back off and hush.
I don't take kindly to missile attacks
When I'm fed-up dodging daggers, holding back.
I went out today
no, I didn't. that's a lie
I wanted to go, but...
no, that's a lie too
I just wanted to stay in and drift with my current state of inertia
but you would probably frown upon that
you do that sort of thing, you know
you know you do
so I thought I'd start with an end run
and lie...just to shut you up... out....yeah, shut you out for awhile
Darkness is not dark enough
You claim to have served in the Air Force
I presume you would have served
in darkness
and don't you recall,
after some time
one overcomes night blindness
and
one can see in to the dark sea,
as one can during broad day light
otherwise how do you say
owls see clearly at night,
they have no special night vision
the darker the night,
the clearer one sees
the small rays
crespulant
spilling, the motes like frosts tears
You and I were the
fence
where we grew our secrets
the teeth bared
the hearts sewn
with sinew
and string
now our road is quiet
filling in
with limbs
and weeds
belonging to before
the before
leaving the after
to its taste
our bitter and sweetness
bound
beneath
the bold
blue
Do not visit the lonely lands
no matter what the kind
be it a place of empty sands
or just that place within your mind.
.........I lose myself in lonely places.
Stay there in your town or city;
take your comfort from the crowd
and its sense of false security
which leaves you feeling safe and proud.
...........Leave me to walk the wooded traces.
Roll Roll Roll this flow gently down a beat Merrily merrily merrily merrily Life ain't what it seems
Had a dream last night not as great as Martin Luther's The Love of my life was correcting Karma Sutra
While I was making this rhymes I was on the inside of my love stroking at a double time
Shes's the best I'm like stereo record I'll confess I'm the best at what I do I've been blessed
To write poetry Blessed to write this story Blessed to display lyrics
Roll Roll Roll this flow gently down a beat Merrily merrily merrily merrily Life ain't what it seems
Had a dream last night not as great as Martin Luther's The Love of my life was correcting Karma Sutra
While I was making this rhymes I was on the inside of my love stroking at a double time
Shes's the best I'm like stereo record I'll confess I'm the best at what I do I've been blessed
To write poetry Blessed to write this story Blessed to display lyrics
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