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Anais Vionet Dec 9
(a silly series of Senryus)

It’s time to cram for
final exams, again, so
here we go, mug up.

My mind, coffee dark,
drifts in academic dreams,
—think roiling oceans.

A ‘mandatory’
society meeting? You’re
not the boss of me.

I’ll shun or eschew,
if I want too, sidestepping,
like a tap dancer.

I'm not lazy - I'm
high tech and in energy
saving mode now.

It’s a pointed and
conscious decision—I’ll do
me and you do you.
.
.
Songs for this:
Simply Couldn't Care by Tracey Thorn
Each and Every One by Everything But the Girl
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Oh, and a Christmas playlist because—it’s December!:
https://daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_14.mp3
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 12/03/24:
Eschew = avoid something because its not right, proper, or practical.
Anais Vionet Sep 2020
More break-up Senryus
to quickly, subtly cut that
relationship cord:

You’re a guy, I’m
a girl... it turns out we’re
just too different!

Look, It’s not you – it’s
me - turns out I don’t like
you much anymore.

You smile at him,
and then say: "You've helped
realize I'm gay."

Allegory time!
You're a turkey, ok? And
I'm going on a diet.
sometimes you have to pull that relationship rip cord.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
My prayers answered
I value the gift of life
Rewards of nature

Flags drift softly still
The stars emerge, bringing joy
Light shines vivid
My thoughts in haiku form.
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
The Queen's done her course
Now she studies her new maps
For a new conquest

Her inner fire
It will continue to grow
as will her Kingdom
My current course has offered my group new conquests - new opportunities that will span over 2 months!
I'm definitely going to do them! ^-^
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Moon mantled in clouds
From it falls tears of Heaven
Lotus kissed with dew

Barefooted, she walks
A lithesome body in white
Rose cheeked, tear-brimmed eyes

Her skirts made of mist
as she twirls and piroettes
and reaches for you

Her sleeves are water
They wave high, above her head
Drops become crystals

As she shines so bright
Crowned with cassia-blossoms
on her silk black hair

But why does she cry?
She hears the music of life
and yearns for the flame

The flick of her wrist
The lake murmurs its sad song
And she's reminded

As the petals rain
In hemp or rich brocade
We are like vapors
Appreciate life.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Feeling so relaxed
I feel cleansed by my sad past
Flowers waved relieved

On my chest are seeds
From it, thorns of hatred grow
and they plague my soul

But now I do see
That I really must let go
of all my grudges

It is a poison
That I've been feeding my soul
And it's not worth it

I will now forgive
make peace and try to move on
the best that I can

I'll let my body
be a clean positive seed
from which light will sprout
Mentally now, I feeling alot better!
Slow and steady wins the race!
Thanks for all the love!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***

— The End —