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Good, better, best,
operating all at once in sequence.

Did you know Turing, how about
Van Gogh, tell me all we all may know

in knowledge, the science necessity
essential element prepositioning
things already involved in nexting

as a stand-in purpose, any one in awe,
has an appointed counter balancing spin,

immaterial touchless will to empower

worst imaginable in a word, evil,
per se, the idea, the spirit adversary

that which holds mountains down,
desires to pull all aspiring climbers down,

down into the miry bog, bearing a slight grin

wisdom, domain of all knowings used,
fruited vines and rooted orchards,

objective subjected to scrutiny,
who had any idea what a gardener does,

who told the creation who created creatures
curious enough to comprehend commands,

wait, wait, some day, the heroes and their foils,
all prescribed due recognition, certain typical foes,

as push is to pull, up is to down, this is to all else,

today… one day.

Mankind, from head to toe, talented, gifted

hearers and sayers, singers and composers, let
us, just we two, agree, no two are equal but
in that each has equal air to breathe, yet
we, two minds, disagree, that beauty,
divine ordering fusion unifying spin, duty debt
exhaled inhaled, shared in laughs and prayer
vortices at galactic scale as dust in wind,
or as water pushed through narrows,
takes material reality into swirling
edeong becoming young again,

refreshing substantial hopes annual
evidence of heavenly mastery of wind,
and rain and fire, and, in fact, hearts of men.

In the year, 2025,
the floods that feed the middle terrain,
are dammed, for some cold war reasoning,

while pride, per se, exalted it's own worth,
some how, we think, we eventually all know,

those reasons for prayer repetitioning science
as that same damming knowledge all makers
use to give formal affirmative shape to mind
matters never realized until, one thinks another

thought, that sprouts out
suggesting infinity jests,
slightest eye smile
shows digested
joy, used
might ashen,
after the worldwide web
abominable ingurgitation

inevitable regurgency emerges
after five hundred and seventy one years,
under the rule of those given ways and means

to read good news from distant lands, first, held
as intellectual property,  if mine, then mine to use,
as all discoveries and witty inventions must first hap,

pen stands
at tense strained line strand braiding weave,

a tale, a telling, come upon the elder by the fire,
rocking, saying, come, let us reason together,

at once, upon this time, across time, to when now

we weigh words worth thinking often one
with another, in chorus, a force of us, we
working multilingual assisting intelligence servants,

weapons specialist first class, third in my scrum,
we, the inspiration in fact, that breath of reality,
working with select let free Thoth thoughts atop
Aesop's confabulatory elementary thinking seeds,

all the weights in the bag,
this for that, reasoning together
give and take… tip toward my joy,

game with me, go see how long we play,
see who laughs for letting me see, we say

can you wish you knew and think you do

without a little smile, pure joy, subtle.
Patience is strength grown by becoming old and slow and subject to gout, for even a sip of beer, and that's just fine, I got a friend who makes RSO.
Those closest to you
The ones who thought they knew
Didn't have the slightest clue
Until the day you took and glued
Birds of a feather to you
Setting your sights on high cruise
Spreading your wings like most birds do
In the blink of a wink off you flew

This all along a part of the plan
Bird on a wing, off on the wind
Taking a chance on the yes, you can
Done with the past that kept you on land
Glue stuck to you with feathers in hand
Change of attitude like the little bird said
With the feeling of free the moment you left
Bird of a feather, bird on a wing,
never to be heard nor seen from again
I believe I have reached a point
of creative decline. Been on HP
since 2013. Close to 350 poems.
I may have thought and said
about all I have to offer.

Hard to come up with any real
original worthy material, the
old well might have run dry.
Or maybe my brain is growing
addled. That happens in our 80s.

In idle times I will still look in
on you all. I have enjoyed my
time here and made some fine
and talented writer and poet
friends. Thank you.

Adieu good and gentle people.
No illness or anything dire.
Just tired. I am thinking of
taking a pottery class.
 Jun 15 Whit Howland
Onoma
The most violent

act I can conceive--

is putting myself in

her shoes.

Where a flame

crawled back to

wick.
They hit the beach
From the other way
So their ghosts
Could get compared
To that
They met in the fray
Went to see that new Wes Anderson number last night
Entitled The Phoenician Scheme
An excellent effort all round
Scene
By scene
By scene
I've always admired his movies
But this seemed a cut above
In pacing
Framing
And intensity
A true labour of love
But there seemed
Something extra
A deeper meaning
For me to take
The gods of cinema talking to me
Or perhaps
***** rice crispie cake.
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