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Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
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Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
My feet on the moon
To pluck the stars
I am in the sun
Drumming the earth
To pluck the rose
To fill the barn in rainbows!

Let the riddle be unravelled
Let the elephant pass through
The needle's eyes this night glory
And the glory'll unlock the morning !
Never mind the fiery ugly odds
By sacrifices enter into the harvest
To harvest the rainbows of glory

Your rest is assured
Only labor to grab it
Your laugh'll soon be loud victory

Never be intimidated
Though the black clouds endanger
Be bold and courageous only

Labor of sacrifices offer richly
The glory'll come in golden sheaves
Never be discouraged to win in colors

Labor into your rest
Only strum the victory tune
Your victory awaits in victory

The black clouds will not endure
Only burn the curtains of fear
To enter into your rest.

Perfection comes on labor's wings
It's morning of labor in the oven
Rest surely comes in rest plenitude.
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