'

Can anyone really tell
(what difference there is)
clear to querying mind(s):

How is it we could not
savour the pungent, heavy clouds
before the pulling of the breeze?

Further, afar off,
one imagines future life
daily waiting - awash

tranquil staccato whispers -
permeate my porous soul
after the pelting of evening rain.




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Much like Icarus, off they go; 
until condensation metes them 
reality's condescension:

Whose goals and objectives
are minute in life's greater scheme; 
wings fashioned from floss harps-

Yet they soar each firmament;
nary a doubt would sway resolve;
no tempest or tumult could dissuade.

If you chance upon a cloudless day
catch their echo of jubilant cries
and contemplate your turn to fly.*





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whatever our persuasion may be
still at Christmas,
thoughts of kindness 
and eyes filled with wonder
seek for a connection
some one, somewhere, some part
fond greetings and warm gestures
from the depths of our hearts*



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'

See, a smiley or a lack thereof 
doth not a writer make 

but dressing-up like Antoinette 
doth usually win the cake 

what equine sacrifice will meet 
agreement for disagreeing? 

for if a quill with parchment wed 
shan't send the torments fleeing 

pour ale, splatter ink, mine friends 
send Smiley-in-trousers twirling!



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funny faces one and all
each one standing ever tall
'til Dawn drops Night's shawl

and red birds begin to call
then senses start to brawl
'til all negotiations stall

making all skin tones crawl
and each one feeling small
funny phases, one and all

At times we are ourselves
played as a veritable jester,
when we are on public display;
an emperor of the newest clothes--
so new, the people see right through.
While there's a chance
before the day is through,
enjoy your little dance
and remember your glassy shoe.

Such loss still remains
even through the years
our words echoing
with poignant longing
each phrase, each line
seeking to hush our fears

'  

when a biting autumnal breeze 

sweeps past these craggy rocks 

its howling whispers - seducing; 


sparing no thought of mercy 

blinking lights on distant shores 

pontooned my heaving heart 


across these dark brewing waters 

billowy clouds float by, aimlessly 

nonchalant in a blank staring sky



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Back in the day it was horrible 
to make a public spectacle of oneself. 

But these days we've outdone ourselves - 
and though we march to our own drums

more than ever before - 
it's moment by moment,

up close and overly personal:
we do so "in your face,' 

snapchatting, webcamming, wickrdly off--
and that can be a never ending disgrace!*




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there's a place for everything,
it's been said with stillest voice;
and everything has a place,
resonant clarity without rebuttal

yet who's to know which is which
when reckoning has flicked the switch?
where face value's swiftly defaced
conveniently with removing cream*



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blister packs of pills
are morning routine
prescription refills
savage bank account
endless consult bills
mortgage of prime
emotional real estate

gnarley fingers 
veil his face, 
skin thin and crusted 
at certain spots: 
splotched parchment 
of years in the sun 

moistness 
cascades 
from his forehead to 
his chin 
then meets gravity; 
raindrops 

through his soil-grimed 
singlet, jeans and boots; 
hours of toil 
simmer away 
in rivulets 
of forgetfulness.

there is a face, open as a book
in an instant allows you a look
neither clouded or jaded or strained
whether befuddled or blamed or shamed

there is a face that freely smiles
immediately dissolves these guiles
perhaps it's perfect light or angle
maybe breeze and breath that mingle

but there is your face that looks to mine
that neither word nor song dare define
and yes, your face will accompany me
however near or far as seasons decree

it's hard to hear yourself thinking
when hate on hate is all around
there's a cry for freedom ringing
its price: to keep another bound

our goals require such liberties
which defy our mental capacities
we hope it's worth all the drama;
our vengeful acts stripped of karma*


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So, I see that you can't outrun your shadow;
I on the other hand, cannot outfly my thoughts.

bright, loud
braggadocio
bold brougham

barreling down
main street
all until

braggadocious
wheels come off
at the slightest



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there was a vacancy in a place
where an abyss engulfed chastity
a concept strange and quite suspect
in a world were we value prospect;
a rarity to sanely slumber at night

and receive sagely uttered sentiment
whose aid in these moonlit promises
birth occupancy in vacillating crises
perhaps a constancy redeems piety;
another word that reveals this malady*



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incidents create first responders
after which a triage is formed
to face each and every situation
until equilibrium & well being
is achieved & allowed to thrive;

in this case though, we witness
a modicum of putting together
again of Humptied impossibles,
our site Dumptied once forever;
where are all the horses & men?

'

The weary social consciousness arose, 
the adulation reveals 
the personification of hope; 
What of our communal yesterday? 

We, the refugees of our past mistakes, 
embodied by a bush that no longer burns, 
consumed in the fervent disappointment and disgust. 

Our faith is now rewarded - 
an olive branch has been offered; 
and on one shoulder lay what we only 

dare to hope, 'Perhaps, perhaps...' 
The journey to that time and day 
begins today, sworn in resolutely. 

The weary arise to lift their chins. 
The din roars above the pros and cons. 
The person to lead a nation and a globe sworn in again. 
What of our communal tomorrow...?






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Blue skies over horizon, today
child arrives, jumps about
looking pretty and tall
the only sure part-- that dust
flying; near silence
where fireflies . . . . wait

now, yellow dust fades
into green beginnings
then fireflies once more




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Home. 
Taken ill. 
Staring down yet another 
Unwelcome pill. 
Once it was said 
A canine's a bloke's 
Best mate... 

Home. 
On the sick bed 
Ignoring a mountain 
Of unpaid bills 
Got my trusty 
Mobile & tablet--
The world entire 

Home;
At my fingertips -
Nothing like a touch screen 
To scratch on that 
Cerebral itch: 
Friend or foe, 
I am 4G's *****.*





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Here, at my desk
I find myself,
pen in hand, again.
But now, bereft of faith,
no longer knowing why I write:
a moth returning to naked flame.

my child runs
into the room,
looks and yells
honey badger!
then, lets rip

exiled here, in this emptying parcel
of Lot's, son of incestuous famine
your delight in God, your king,
fades away in the lifting dust;

leaving you with sick longing
for the fruitfulness of home--
the house of bread in Whom is praised:
may your kin kindly redeem your blood*



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it has been said that poetry
is the straight and narrow road
to a woman's heart;
for me, alas, it has been the escape pod
from that woman who once
but no longer has regard for me

judases a-plenty
pre-eminence of
bling and money
loyalty and love
are mere memes
and fancy quotes
while caring is
learned by rote
'like my selfies'
make egos bloat
each and every
backyard's busy,
shipyards prissy
along winding
river building
boats to float

Further on, always together;
no moss shall we gather.
Our voices echo in the distant sky;
high above, our words shall fly.

we no longer burn bridges
and though we'd never need to
cross back over them again

we build new ones, upstream,
up closer, so much closer
to the heart of our dreams*


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happiness is optional
when stuff is essential
stuff is good, tangible
solid and reliable
extended warranty

for mind's peaceability

paypass, paywave, swipe & tab
point of sale, so cool and fab
loads of in app purchases
satisfaction in downloadable zen  
else, opt out and start again.*







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' 

Lulach Mac Gill, may your name 
be remembered still 
another thousand years - 
Freedom's memory fill. 

Let clansmen's voice 
'round the globe, arise 
Breathe in peace you bought 
dear, for Moray and Alba's skies. 

Law, equality and tolerance 
the weak protect 
Protectors of these ideals 
allow us to elect. 

Wield again with deftness 
your claidheamh mòr 
Speak truth, walk in grace 
Be no one's fool, forever more.




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