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 Oct 2015
hellopoet
a few loose jingling coins
a mind that is confused
a wind contrarily blowing

a set of clothes for spoiling
a clock that's fast or slow
a friend that comes and goes

a lover that's hot and cold
a pace slowed right down 
a transposition to minor chord

a gear shift up an incline
a better or a worse scenario, but
change stubbornly won't change*



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 Oct 2015
hellopoet
thoughts gather dust
on a forgotten shelf
in a rusty padlocked
            cellar

bottled up in hand-
washed jam jars ●
words, once pixie
-dust reveries, fly
          no more*


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 Oct 2015
hellopoet
could represent an attempt
at presenting a lack of stimulus,  
either way, or at least
that's what can be surmised;

l i k e    s t r e  t c h i n g    o u t

an already blank existence,  
wall upon wall upon wall,
exacerbating this ocean swell
of emptiness that's bursting inside.*


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 Oct 2015
hellopoet
just because you're a pro and
cope and turn it all around
doesn't make it less difficult, 
definitely not any less lonely

when the sun plays hide and seek
solar panels are less appealing
when this moonlit night's cloudy
night time jaunts seem less romantic

could they have been sarcastic
when they said all's fair in love
and winning war is fantastic
while keeping peace makes us starve

one day silent pens get justice; though
the voice that's heard is loudest
but each strain of a balladeer's refrain
are the words that make us honest*




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 Oct 2015
KajaDigk
What a day I had today
Three dinosaurs came out to play
I had to make some food for them
And one last thing I have to say
They were really very mucky today
The dinosaurs were toys
 Oct 2015
hellopoet
even after season upon season
of changing jobs and habitations
in different states and even nations

we can look at objects that trigger
a sense of connective familiarity;
but on any other given day they're

just stuff, things that fill our lives;
for instance that bottle of clairol
or bar of dove, that tube of colgate

exact same products at granny's house;
shapes, smells, and sounds surround us,
a nest, perfectly built: dry, warm & sturdy*




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 Oct 2015
hellopoet
thou hast waxed sarcastic
to mock and disrespect the
misfortunes of another's need
whether male or female
of varied colour and creed

why dost thou behave unseemly
become as a clanging cymbal
blustering as sounding brass?
kindle again, first love's flame
before it's too late, unsweet charity
 Oct 2015
hellopoet
whenever you feel all alone,
remember this simple truth:
we're really all alone, together*...


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 Oct 2015
hellopoet
What you might not see
your heart will know
it was never wasted --

your investment in
time or affection,
tears and concern

meals you've cooked
candles you've burned
advices, however stern

we have come this far
'coz when we needed it--
always, you were there;

for your love and constant prayers
and that strong will: "never say never"--
we are ever thankful, forever and ever*


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 Oct 2015
renseksderf
his tears used to wake him
from an unduly prolonged delay

her smiles used to hurt him for
their beauty his heart, dismay:

their love had locked them up
and threw away the only key

and mile upon mile of wishful thinking
pushed them further away, though free

he looked into a well-used mirror to find
the devil he danced with was himself

and the fireflies that once lit their canopy
have also lost their former glee
 Oct 2015
hellopoet
where bilious pigeons roost
coo and cackle with abandon

whose obstinate droppings steam

its stench invigorates lagging soul
here and ever after, songs remember*



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 Oct 2015
hellopoet
Tendril-wafted dunes
of barren sands waffle,
swirl across mindless mile
upon mile, in every direction-
your face appears, a horizon away,
there is little comfort found
in its accompanying echoes.


Drifting sticks caterwauling,
wail on, in the pitched wind,
stretched by distant recollection-
stylus of a scribe named Regret;
each flurrying breeze shifts
turns over and over a new page,
taking with it freshly shed tears.


Foetid droppings steaming out
of some wastrel, desert vagabond
provides a vivid reminder
of how it can never be again,
to kick it away -- desolation
could only deign contaminate
these well-worn wandering shoes.


Head facing forward
wherever the nose points
except in the back of the mind
where gentle oasis burbles-
each leafy frond conceals
intimate moments now buried
within the unmindful desert's belly.*


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n.b. contains strong, suggestive imagery
 Oct 2015
hellopoet
your ink
      has
indelibly stained

my
    unwitting soul;
we are now

together,
      forever,
         
--irreparably ruined*




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