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 JOY COMES IN THE MOURNING Joy comes in the mourning ………………as odd as that may seem, The pain today just whets the taste, ……………..for when... [read more] |
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The Joy of Farting We act as if it’s truly rare To just lean back, and expel air And then we ostracize the schmuck Who dares to step upon... [read more] |
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Journey Through the Mists There’s a place I go Where, even I do not know When life cascades My glass is full About to slip from my contr... [read more] |
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In My Own Backyard My heart is hard from evil’s rain That pounds with daily fare Of mankind’s calloused shafts of pain Shot round me ev’ryw... [read more] |
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I’m Puzzled The jigsaw sits unfinished just where you left it. The edges framed the way you always tended to do things. The pieces groupe... [read more] |
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I Cried Today I cried today The numbness broke and tears flowed unrestrained The images played over and over crossed back from the surreal... [read more] |
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How to Eat a Y2K Elephant It’s here! It’s here! It’s finally here! The beast that lurks will soon appear. What is that beast I hear you sa... [read more] |
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Horseflies maybe, Pigflies never!!! i think that it may now be time to take up pen, and defend swine who if they heard us they would bri... [read more] |
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Homeward Bound i travel home from time to time; a journey slag-piled with granite memories which requires requiem-guides who stand curbside... [read more] |
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HEART OF HEARING In a wilderness wandering, lost and forlorn, the fabric of one’s heart, can often be torn. But in the midst of the tearing... [read more] |
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HEALING HANDS In past years, I have sought in vain for one, whose caring hands might touch the wound that I have sought so much to heal, an... [read more] |
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My Dirty Laundry A day of truth unencumbered by other's lies. Offered to cleanse, linty fabrications; from within. Desirable; then I re... [read more] |
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unseasonal flakes cherry blossoms on the snow winter kills and laughs [read more] |
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Guano with the Wind Uneven vees across pastel skies Amidst umber hues raising sage eyebrows As winter stuffs her aviary south again Sunlit... [read more] |
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A problem for poor old Al Gore And a topic about which he’s sore It’s an impossible position To explain eight years submission And not look... [read more] |