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Keith W Fletcher Jan 2021
What comes of addiction
a predilection
A two times round
the same intersection
looking for an accident
a reason to get bent
out of shape
out of mind
out of the mendacious ...
...daily grind
that keeps telling all of us
you must work hard
Smile all the while
that your life is shrinking
your passbook is sinking
deeper and deeper
underwater
Take 2 weeks off
the change will do you good
but you know that behind the smile there is guile
theres no chance
to remain complete
in the face of defeat
when you and yours are addicted
afflicted with ....
a silly need to eat !
Keith W Fletcher Jan 2021
I feel as if the air is lighter, the nights are more inviting, the mood of those strangers we smile at -with eyes alone,- more receptive, like one of those spring mornings that is in the process of, or has just shaken off the crisp cool mantle of wet fog, to leave the ground saturated in the sound deadening effect [that] - in those rare moments- we can pause, enjoy and savor; before stepping back onto the conveyor belt of life ( modern humans lot), with the still lingering sounds of unseen birds singing to our souls from the bluer skies, those happier trees and the proudly more secure rooftops that seem to have suddenly regained the pride of being things of value, things of worth, those things  which I find absolutely worthy of rejoicing  ...like at no other time in my 2/3 century of living on this great planet!
Keith W Fletcher Jan 2021
Small steps create change , starting  a trail that others can follow ,adding value to principal and accruing interest - and we all profit.
Keith W Fletcher Jan 2021
I don't have no love to share anymore
you took it all with you
when you walked out the door
now you're back knocking
wanting me open up
to let you back in
what makes you think
that I do that when
I don't know who
it is out past that door
besides I don't even live
I don't live there anymore
you took all of me away
when you wen......anyway
like I say
I don't have any no love
to share...no more !
Keith W Fletcher Dec 2020
It is an ineffable challenge
to render...
any "real"
all imbuing
explanation
as to why
perpetuation
seems the only Quest
for those who have regressed deigning to live with less
than the full potential
that seems so essential
to the human Condition
yet so many push on
Sans any sign of contrition
indeed
they seem impervious
to any knowledge of...
their obsequious subservience adhering to so abhorrent a view that's so often of late
It seems....
as if it deems
A need to elevate, perpetrate instalate to dictate
perpetuate the growing hate
of a monger
that should no longer be relevant were it not
for the egregious deception
by those who believe
Our new starting point
will be the Inception....
.. by their god-given right
to appoint
to anoint
a criminal, a traitor,
A would be fascist dictator
their own fearless leader
that feckless man
who could not care less
about making America great
now
or in the future
or at all
certainly not every again
never again!!
NO ! Never again!
Keith W Fletcher Dec 2020
Scrolling along
My finger on high
Sudden stop scrolling back
To see what I just went by

A baby in a high chair
18 months - maybe ....a tater tot
On the end of a fork
.....dancing chaotic
Seeking to aim at the right spot
First thought I had was IDK
Young for a fork but who knows
Having a little trouble -and I
I start to think cute, and then froze....
...the fork she was using was between her toes
Then I get confused inside of myself
I realize it may be sad what I just said
I know that it's cute she's a little doll
With a happiness bright lit so easily seen
I battle myself as i get stuck between
Cute and/or tragic.cute or tragic ...
Neither feels natural as i try them on
So in compassionate relief I to myself
As i take in a wider view and thought .
Keith W Fletcher Dec 2020
When I reach out for you
And you're not there
I feel myself shrinking ...sinking
Into a deep abyss

When I turn to say something to you
But you're not there to hear
I feel myself falling - calling
Out to the one I miss
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