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Dustbin
Prevented
From
Dust
Ward board
Help
From
Clumsy of clothes
But
Humans
We
Never
Take
Precautions
Steps
To
Protect our
Body
&
Soul
         - Amisha priya
Pillow
Make
Me
Comfort
You
Make
Me
Cheer
            - Amisha priya
You
Can
Tear
Daily sheet
You
Can
Change
Calendar sheet
But
You
Never
Change
My
Veneer
             - Amisha priya
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

              Stopping by Literary Criticism on a Snowy Evening

                      From an idea by a happy bumblebee

Whose Deconstructionist Narrative this is I think I know
Their (because we mustn’t say “her” or “his”)
New Criticism is on their podcast, though
They will not see me applying Phenomenology here
To help fill up their woods with Neo-Post-Colonialist blow

My little solar car must think it other-gendered
To pause while I Conceptualize without a Starbuck’s near
Between Foucault and Derrida here
Next to the Sapir-Whorf Theory, and without a beer

They give their location transponder a Derrida shake
To demand a formal apology for this cultural mistake
The only other sound’s the Existential creep
Of Masonic Catholic **** Zionism on the take

Judgmental stereotypes are flying, shallow and cheap
But I have an Inner Reality to keep
And an Intertextual Analysis of Post-Structuralism to steep
And an Aesthetic Objectification of Dialectics to steep
My body guard
My lover
My husband
And other
My soulmate
My love
You’re a gift from God above!
He’s a pagan
He’s a wizard
He’s my star
He makes me feel good
He’s my rock
He’s my world
He’s my everything
We are both on our second marriage, I only wish I’d met him sooner! This year is our 20th wedding anniversary! He’s 72 and has end stage heart failure and respiratory failure but he’s been my rock and bodyguard and makes me feel so good about myself! I’m so lucky to have him!
My love
flows steady,
like the
  ocean’s tide,
  splashing at
  the shores of
  your heart
  in sadness.
   It is as sharp as
    a whale’s teeth,
  as certain as the
    thorns on a rose,
   and as dark as
    tree bark.
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