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tall green trash bins stand sentinel - each side - for this cavalcade of one branches wave, leaves applaud the stout school crossing guard flags me by keepers at the drive-through gate nod in recognition - a goblet of dark roast handed over in salute a stop light that's never green is evergreen until this parade passes exiting to the expressway

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Aug 20, 2010

Aug 20, 2010 at 12:40 PM UTC

Unexpected Tribute

tall green trash bins stand sentinel - each side - for this cavalcade of one branches wave, leaves applaud the stout school crossing guard flags me by keepers at the drive-through gate nod in recognition - a goblet of dark roast handed over in salute a stop light that's never green is evergreen until this parade passes exiting to the expressway

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don't feel too inspired in fact I'm rather tired I feel a nap coming on lay down . . . don't feel all that tired in fact I'm pretty wired got some chores I need to do get up . . . wish that I had hired a maid I am so mired hear a book call my name sit down . . . not much plot transpired the author should be fired salty chips would make my day get up . . . no chips below or higher disappointment dire think that I will meditate sit down . . . my lap becomes a bier three cats have come to lie here was in focus now so blurry curl up . . . the kitties had conspired and risked this person's ire knowing all the while they're safe to sleep we now aspire . . .

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Aug 18, 2010

Aug 18, 2010 at 3:32 PM UTC

Sunday Conspiracy

don't feel too inspired in fact I'm rather tired I feel a nap coming on lay down . . . don't feel all that tired in fact I'm pretty wired got some chores I need to do get up . . . wish that I had hired a maid I am so mired hear a book call my name sit down . . . not much plot transpired the author should be fired salty chips would make my day get up . . . no chips below or higher disappointment dire think that I will meditate sit down . . . my lap becomes a bier three cats have come to lie here was in focus now so blurry curl up . . . the kitties had conspired and risked this person's ire knowing all the while they're safe to sleep we now aspire . . .

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Jax slinks to the bowl swipes a paw across the brink litter in his drink Java to the sink jumps up to drink faucet drops before they ker-plink M J stops to think before deigns to take a drink lynx philoso-fur

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Aug 16, 2010

Aug 16, 2010 at 3:27 PM UTC

Brink, Plink and Think

Jax slinks to the bowl swipes a paw across the brink litter in his drink Java to the sink jumps up to drink faucet drops before they ker-plink M J stops to think before deigns to take a drink lynx philoso-fur

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we can't ever agree on this you and I . . . let's dance leaving the ghosts of what we know to sip our warm watery scotch we'll lose our spite inside a song the pulse of drums and pounding hearts swing our hips on common ground let's leave our piece of cake that's crumbled reminiscent fallen ash there's nothing left upon this table that will not be the trash at dawn

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Aug 15, 2010

Aug 15, 2010 at 12:23 PM UTC

at the reception

we can't ever agree on this you and I . . . let's dance leaving the ghosts of what we know to sip our warm watery scotch we'll lose our spite inside a song the pulse of drums and pounding hearts swing our hips on common ground let's leave our piece of cake that's crumbled reminiscent fallen ash there's nothing left upon this table that will not be the trash at dawn

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allow me to celebrate the ant summer miscre-ant in my kitchen picking up pieces of pieces "to go": a crumb of Meow Mix, a crushed Cheerio; applied the usual eco-safe spray detecting this way too feint for they amassed to quest their innate objective exploring and toting the prime directive; hymenoptera tents with doors four on the floor: cafes of poison for caulking the cracks in the walls hadn't solved the stay-past-your-welcome guests involved; soon numbers diminished but still a few creeping through unrepent-ant I swept thrice per day to starve them out yet brooms are too thick all crannies to rout; surrendered and wondered, perhaps they are teachers attempting to bypass my brainy block too thick to buzz with what the ants know? I squat as a toddler to take-in their show; for hours observing them (off and on) until an implosion of comm-ants sense challenged my globalized conception exposing my mind to ant redemption; the ant is now my writing totem trouble though they'll be next June within this mantra is what they knew: one moment one crumb to carry and chew; insight's relative I realize ants have their own frustrations with size but ponder the ant when writing time's little: at peace with a piece of ant-agonist vittle.

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Aug 15, 2010

Aug 15, 2010 at 11:51 AM UTC

Ant Totem

allow me to celebrate the ant summer miscre-ant in my kitchen picking up pieces of pieces "to go": a crumb of Meow Mix, a crushed Cheerio; applied the usual eco-safe spray detecting this way too feint for they amassed to quest their innate objective exploring and toting the prime directive; hymenoptera tents with doors four on the floor: cafes of poison for caulking the cracks in the walls hadn't solved the stay-past-your-welcome guests involved; soon numbers diminished but still a few creeping through unrepent-ant I swept thrice per day to starve them out yet brooms are too thick all crannies to rout; surrendered and wondered, perhaps they are teachers attempting to bypass my brainy block too thick to buzz with what the ants know? I squat as a toddler to take-in their show; for hours observing them (off and on) until an implosion of comm-ants sense challenged my globalized conception exposing my mind to ant redemption; the ant is now my writing totem trouble though they'll be next June within this mantra is what they knew: one moment one crumb to carry and chew; insight's relative I realize ants have their own frustrations with size but ponder the ant when writing time's little: at peace with a piece of ant-agonist vittle.

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We all need to play, play is the way To manifest our quiddity, Alleviate stress, perform at our best, Laughter can render lucidity. But we insist by rational twist On living in stress and stupidity, Ignoring our nub and joining the club That actively sponsors morbidity. No need to frown or silence the clown To fake a mature identity, Success can be won while people have fun And flourish in spontaneity.

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Aug 15, 2010

Aug 15, 2010 at 11:20 AM UTC

Quiddity

We all need to play, play is the way To manifest our quiddity, Alleviate stress, perform at our best, Laughter can render lucidity. But we insist by rational twist On living in stress and stupidity, Ignoring our nub and joining the club That actively sponsors morbidity. No need to frown or silence the clown To fake a mature identity, Success can be won while people have fun And flourish in spontaneity.

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Alien among aliens, Fanning delicate fins to promenade A prim coquette and starchy cavalier Trimmed and tined in ossein finery, Sipping shrimp cocktails, dancing demure Circles before blushing coral courts, Holding hinds in groves of turtle grass Until the paisley bodies Bump bellies, and she imbues his pocket With inklings marooned in dreaming Pegasus.

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Aug 15, 2010

Aug 15, 2010 at 11:10 AM UTC

Seahorses

Alien among aliens, Fanning delicate fins to promenade A prim coquette and starchy cavalier Trimmed and tined in ossein finery, Sipping shrimp cocktails, dancing demure Circles before blushing coral courts, Holding hinds in groves of turtle grass Until the paisley bodies Bump bellies, and she imbues his pocket With inklings marooned in dreaming Pegasus.

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Unpolished weathered wood plays on my palms, I pull and reach and pull an even beat Attending algae'd oars aqueous psalm Altered by the tangled grass I meet, in counterpoint small waves percuss the prow Accentuating the pause before I cull, Mellifluous zephyrs bowing across my brow Enhance the exposition of the gulls, Above the hem of heaven's dress the bright Cerulean bodice trilled with Cirrus lace Beguiles regard, but maddeningly polite She smooths her skirt across the score of space Eclipsing a poet's want to read the ruse, This lady only lingers to amuse.

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Aug 13, 2010

Aug 13, 2010 at 3:32 PM UTC

Lady of the Lake

Unpolished weathered wood plays on my palms, I pull and reach and pull an even beat Attending algae'd oars aqueous psalm Altered by the tangled grass I meet, in counterpoint small waves percuss the prow Accentuating the pause before I cull, Mellifluous zephyrs bowing across my brow Enhance the exposition of the gulls, Above the hem of heaven's dress the bright Cerulean bodice trilled with Cirrus lace Beguiles regard, but maddeningly polite She smooths her skirt across the score of space Eclipsing a poet's want to read the ruse, This lady only lingers to amuse.

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Adobe skinned mimicry of light, Piece of pebbly lunar surface fallen To misty ******* reverse panoply, Spiny spar of stellar tapestry Nimbly navigating mortared limbs In sultry sea-cellar ballet, Rocky roofed conspirator of clams, Swarthy pirate, silent smithy of shells.

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Aug 13, 2010

Aug 13, 2010 at 10:12 AM UTC

Sea Star

Adobe skinned mimicry of light, Piece of pebbly lunar surface fallen To misty ******* reverse panoply, Spiny spar of stellar tapestry Nimbly navigating mortared limbs In sultry sea-cellar ballet, Rocky roofed conspirator of clams, Swarthy pirate, silent smithy of shells.

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The meaning fo metathesis si easy ot recall When you give your love a ikss or throw your sno a ball, Aks fro sugra ni your cup nad dressnig no the greens Obedience school fro the pup ro you may riks a scene. Og fro the glod ni all you od nad when you've done your bets Relax nad know that you will og fra along your quets, Snik a putt ot get the pra like pors no the V.T. Write a sotry, count the stras, climb the lod brich tree.

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Aug 13, 2010

Aug 13, 2010 at 10:04 AM UTC

Metathesis

The meaning fo metathesis si easy ot recall When you give your love a ikss or throw your sno a ball, Aks fro sugra ni your cup nad dressnig no the greens Obedience school fro the pup ro you may riks a scene. Og fro the glod ni all you od nad when you've done your bets Relax nad know that you will og fra along your quets, Snik a putt ot get the pra like pors no the V.T. Write a sotry, count the stras, climb the lod brich tree.

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