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There! In the hill country! Can you not see?
Behold the swaddled babe, God in the flesh!
Compose new hymns and new psalms! It is He!
Write an icon! Paint the scene! Build a creche!

Carve a statue of the mystery great,
Chant aloud the heav’nly consummation
Spill oceans of ink in tomes to debate
The metaphysics of incarnation!

Record it, however you are inclined!
For He has spoken, the Lord above you,
He shan’t take it back, He’s spoken his mind,
Through the infant He declares: “I love you!”
Curved paths, smooth as a serpent's backs.
Which one will lead to truth?

Doves of broken wing crawl towards each end.
Making the pain look so desirable.

Did the goddess greet the jester?
Or was it all in false pursuit?

700 days of unspoken words that poured like holy water from my lips.

Drink up these words and never thirst again.
waiting
on a lily pad
for the sun
Three years after concluding a contract for reproducing our connector contacts by a Japanese Electronics manufacturer, the proud President of the company that I worked for (I was treasurer) came to me and related to me that after two years the word was out that they were "jumping the contract. He had already seen that his letters and telegrams have gone unanswered for months. So after all that he did to get this contract, all the lawyers and translators that were hired, all the celebrating parties for this contract, I was now going to be the scapegoat for non-payment. I followed up his footsteps, letters, etc. and finished as he did, no answers at all. Having nothing to lose, I sent a fax with this haiku, and only this haiku with my name and title, etc The secretary in the sales department who typed the fax (at the time the faxes were different then now, sort of a burned in funny smelling document) looked at it and could not stop laughing at the message. But she sent it. The amount of money due overall was for three remaining years of minimum royalties were as follows- $75,000, $100, 000 and $125,000. The fax was answered in three days by their Treasurer, apologizing, making all kinds of excuses; they got the message - and payments for contract for the next three years was received each year. The President of my company only commented that we would have been paid anyway. However, for the next three years, I traded haikus with the management of the Japanese company just in case. Who would ever think that the use of a haiku or a poem would assist in making sure that a legal suit for non-payment would not be needed? My college education in Business never offered poetry in their curriculum, but perhaps a little bit more of English courses would be a good thing to think about.
that unending
grip
stomach
throat
that everything can be taken
away

the day
you pegged the
cottontail with
your
22-rifle
unaware
until

short breaths
between
eyes dart
quick and eternal
riding the edge of the
moments
death waits behind
why be great
when you can
be mediocre

celebrate your birthdays
drunk

a cake your step-mother
baked for you
Betty Crocker
add eggs & water

while the good die young

find a stray dog
bring him into your meagre
home

week-to-week
while unknown numbers
ring ring

atone

learn to sleep alone
write alone

seasons and calendar gods
numbers
bones

turn away
smile alone

share with a stranger
arch-angel of one

forgive yourself

play the lottery
(if you like)

lose and lose
ache and ache

embrace
come undone

out of gas
miles from home

a few more steps
grown
What is this
That lay near my looking port?!
Why is it green and
What are those shiny things on it?
Is it edible?
Bleh! No! Its not!
Im gonna bite it again

What are those box shaped things under that green thing?
Are those
GASP!
ARE THOSE BOXES?!
THEY ARE MINE NOW
Wait what is this on it. Is it paper?
Its gonna have to go

Why does my two legged father keep yelling at me?
I dont understand him
But i dont care
I clamed these boxes as mine
Oh no! Dad why are you putting me in the room?
I didnt do anything wrong!
Daddy! Let me play with my boxes!

Where did daddy go?
Oh he's back!
Im gonna get my box-
Hey where did they go?
Daddy where did you take my boxes?
I was gonna-
Wait whats that

A box?
And... IS THAT A FUZZY BALL?!
OH AND THIS ONE JINGLES!
I just love throwing it across the room
And then i love chasing it
But more inportantly
Im gonna put my head in this box

Man im tired.
Hey theres that other two legged person
They have grey hair and its long too
Oh look!
They made me a place to sleep
Im gonna go sleep next to them now

Hey there is my daddy
Wait
Whats a crimas?
Is this crimas?
I dont know
But he whispered this into my ear
And he gave me a kiss on my forehead
"Merry crimas socks"
I thought it would be kinda funny to write a poem in the perspective of my cat socks (a.k.a my little kitty baby)
It turned out alright.
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