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Clocks are just Metronomes
fixed at 60 Beats per Minute
set on a circle containing a dodecagon.

So I got a book on clockmaking.
Mistakes
made only once
are Lessons.
Think
for when memory serves;
Write
for when it does not.

Thus
do I carry
a pen and notebook
so oft as I feasibly can,
for my memory doth so oft
seem to fail me,
especially when I need it most!
Today marks the beginning
my twenty-third year on this Earth.

Though a lot has changed,
a lot has stayed the same.

I'm grateful for this mortal experience.
I'm grateful for this dance of Death.
I'm grateful for this chance at Life.
April 22 is my birthday. I never really celebrate it, per se, but I like to honor the milestone.
Be it manifest
because it's familiar,
or be it familiar
because it's manifest?

Methinks it's both.

Aye,
therein lies the rub;
'tis quite the blessing
as well as such a curse.
Based on a write in my pocket notebook, writ with a calligraphy pen.
It is quite possible
to learn much about the outside World
by not interfering;
though it can be by action
that much becomes clear
about one's Self:

be able to learn from the negative space:
it is most of what there is to experience.
Based on a write in my pocket notebook, writ with a calligraphy pen.
I find that many of my writings
seem to revolve around a sort-of
argument of definition.

That isn't to say
that I agree with a dictionary,
but that I establish my own
connotations and interpretations:

words are but tools, spells;
as long as two people agree on what they mean,
the magic can happen.
Based on a write in my pocket notebook, writ with a calligraphy pen.
"It's a girl" they said
Ooooooh think of all the pink things
Like booties and bows
Dolls, and toys that aren't for boys

"Sweet sixteen, and never been kissed"
Blow the candles out love
Your mother spent hours baking
Your mother spent hours labouring

"She's a woman now!" They cried at her 18th
"We'd better watch them boys!"
But what about the girls?
Why aren't you watching them?

Is it because those girls are at the kitchen sink ?
Awaiting a boy's wink of approval?
Through buttermilk sweetness these
Pink girls think.

You men are ******
Full of tricks
That send half these girls to a shrink
But it's time to have a rethink

We fair maidens view you
Through basilisk eyes
We fairer *** are
Crueller than you

It's time to drop kick the pink
Permanently into the kitchen sink
And slink behind you
With a candlestick

After all I'm just a pink girl
Who would believe that the
Pink mess on my dress
Is your brain?
© JLB
 Apr 2014 agreenthrow
aphrodite
"I wish you well."
                                                          ­                    



                                         ­                                     (but not too well without me)
I like 10 word poems because it forces you to summarize your thoughts  to the point where you're really only saying what you mean.
Maybe I should try using that same theory in my own life, haha.
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