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K Mae Sep 2012
This night a wildish symphony
bold crickets' rubs and frogs.
Some I misname or not name at all
and some I cannot hear.
Air decadent, moist, sweet delicate warm
permeates me..... incessantly.

What breathing, changing boundary holds and defines me?
None Now

I am beckoned and welcomed by All
so
Come Morning I shall dig.
I will kneel in hungry gratitude
for opening of Earth
Plant myself deep as I can
while tending Iris, Lily, Rose.
I am here now !

until all freezes no color will grow
no blooms no creatures here flying
Then what does it matter I'd just as soon Spirit
is welcome to sweep me away.

But I've gone too far now.
Come back to this moment
with sun warming morning
when
**I  Shall   with  Deep  Reverence   Dig.
jimmy tee Mar 2014
practice the utmost care
form a vigilant style
peep around corners
be alert to possibilities

develop awareness
study what lurks in shadow
prepare for surprises
hone your senses

visualize potential scenarios
pay attention to the probable
spy through keyholes
listen through thin walls

dis-believe dormancy
list your suspicions
weigh all prospects
refine distrust

cross examine sincerity
swim in the sea of mistrust
suspend all gut feeling
deny altruism

question fact
support skepticism
increase misgivings
keep eyes wide open

bet on failure
indulge at peril
compile odds
rely on doubt

push a fuzzy brand of cynicism
label everything
marginalize what you don’t understand
be conscience of fraud

perceive through narrowness
downplay experience
recycle ancient lies
apply rhetorical loops

reduce all to the absurd
promote jealousy
revel at weak spots
blame impossibilities


design decision trees
ferment rebellion
create false alliances
initiate rumor

draft complex plans
generate half truths
produce unreachable ideals
fashion anger

establish favorable ground rules
start a corporation
coin a catch phrase
invent an argument

launch a promotional campaign
confirm nothing
invert the discussion
determine outcomes

verify the enormous
market greed
prove conflicting arguments
ascertain needless worth

uncover falsehoods
locate the correct word
detect limitations
counterattack always

deliver disadvantage
attack any and all flaws
educate with nonsense
promote vulnerability

assign bogus titles
fabricate counterfeits
rely on fictions
deceive the masses

compose a reason
construct pain
assemble wild games
dismantle the individual

move mountains
consume independent thought
cause penance
gestate chaos


nurse turmoil
outflank righteousness
muddle the message
confide in darkness

plant upheaval
nurture vanity
ignore any mayhem
misname disorder

cultivate hesitation
praise ambiguity
rejoice for indecision
celebrate vagueness

dance as a marionette
venerate a suckerpunch
insult pride
pay tribute to silence

bend any principle
admire baseness
respect behind closed doors
award deceit

erase distinction
cook up conspiracies
diagram secrets
format the unbelievable

lust over possession
outline an escape
draw excuses
strategize sin

parcel desires
aim toward the crass
object to feelings
target the sordid

commit to the improper
corrupt all souls
mock religion
root out the wise

increase loneliness
pigeonhole solidarity
rupture the will
insert schisms

shout down dissent
pound out inferiority
supply sadness
stand toward folly

seek out dependency
crush mild opposition
carve a new standard
delay action
Don’t ask me for my nickname.
You don’t want this smoke.
Call me by my birth name.
It’s not tricky, you won’t choke.

If you ask me for a nickname
And say, my name’s “too hard”
I will call you out your birth name.
Oh, now you’re on guard?

My grandma gave me my name
It’s beautiful, unique.
Fix your mouth. Don’t misname.
Feel every syllable on your teeth.

I do not have a nickname,
So please don’t ask for one
Phonetics aren’t to blame
If you can’t say the name, son.

I said I don’t have a nickname.
For the love of God stop asking.
Like Beyonce’, “say my name”
Or my tone I won’t be masking.

I rebuke you and your “nickname”
A misnomer I did not ask for.
Retivia is my real name.
Don’t you ask me this no more.

— The End —