Poetry
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Sonnet XVIII – Fear Not the Poet
Fear not the poet’s cryptic form or rhyme.
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continuum
a series of asymmetrical cycles?
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the faerie tale bowl
the bowl remains just as full…
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a lot of nerve – #SoCS
Different is good
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Yes! Oh, Yes! Oh…No, Not Yet.
Just what would that look like, a day with no “no”s?
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Postmodern Taboos
Welcome to the future.
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the midnight call
dark hours accuse, misuse, abuse, confuse. The hope of living rises with the sun.
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faded glory
Try as I might, I just can’t see the beauty.
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absurd echoes
look at why you don’t cry; cry about why you can’t.
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not in on the joke
party guests – only excellent owls.
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Sonnet XVII- navel gazing
Gazing the navel will skew what is true.
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standing. still.
“I need you. I’m scared” ~ 4:23 a.m.
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morose less?
I’ve been challenged to be less morose.
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No False Flags Here – #SoCS
I couldn’t be Pride-lier.
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groundhog day(s)
Each day lives inside all the days lived before
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hide and seek
“alle alle auch sind frei”
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weird invites
“If you want to come over tomorrow – you can”
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the blender
A month goes by, then years, they blend
