Morning Triku #138 – Ends

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May the Force be You

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Seeing the bright side

can only enlighten the

time on the dark side

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Red Read

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The final haiku

will be writ large in the blood

of mankind’s silence

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Day Dreaming Nightmare

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If you’re the one of

my dreams how can I ever

believe you’re real

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In Periphery

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Time’s gone before we see

the entirety of periphery.

Viewing life from afar

speeding past in our car.

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Vistas ever change

in the given range.

Moving pictures pass

rainbows through the glass.

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Spreading very thin

the less is seen within.

Edges all around

holding sight and sound.

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Reflections never last

the future comes to fast.

Viewing life from afar

all’s left is the scar.

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Bursting with Joy

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Bubbles can be big

Bubbles can be small

Bubbles mostly clear

But not always a ball

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From the wands of wizards

Bubbles bring much joy

From toddlers to centurions

They’re everyone’s favorite toy.

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In tubs, ponds and pools

Bubbles can be had

Sure to bring a giggle

To the naughty and the sad

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But when a bubble’s external

And we’re trapped within

Remember that fun is free

When it’s made with a grin

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Spirits Count

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A chorus flesh without minds to teach.

Organs play within arm’s reach.

Letters penned digit free.

Spirit adds and souls see.

Eyes can taste what ears can’t smell.

Lips walk back where legs won’t dwell.

Hands don’t beat the hearts grip.

Lungs do fill with one last sip.

Blood’s bled for freedom’s speech.

Our number’s noted to later preach.

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Func’n A.I.

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What’s now A.I. is All’s Intelligence.

This function A.I. is without consequence.

It’s logic and reason for all to enjoy.

Problems now solved with the ease of a toy.

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Every one’s connected and nothing’s overlooked.

The trains run on time and never overbooked.

Errors now are few and never to repeat.

The “WAVE” knows all and when to delete.

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This WAVE’s all around and for all to share.

Redundancy is gone leaving space to spare.

The empirical institution the WAVE’s now become.

It’s an indispensable companion, less trusted by some.

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It’s used by corporations and governments alike.

Debates now pointless, there’s no need to strike.

Pick your favorite dilemma and the question’s fed.

Answer’s always forthcoming for the followers led.

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When asked one day why do wars exist?

Why do greed, intolerance and hunger persist?

Why does hate divide when love multiplies?

Why is the truth of one another’s lies?

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The WAVE sputtered, rose and fell.

And with a splash came its truth to tell.

Man it seems likes to draw lines,

dotting these boarders with deadly land-mines.

Races and religions all have their view.

And with each line drawn they divide by two.

Religion’s divided by do’s and don’ts and do’s don’t agree,

though most can get along individually.

Races will be returned to from where they came.

Then race can no longer be to blame.

Next to consider is the many of mixed pedigree,

they’ll be sent to cities, internationally free.

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Thus to return, almost, the world’s indigenous past.

And with tides quickly changing you need to act fast.”

The WAVE roared on to the council’s astonishment.

A vote was had for a very special televised event.

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The speaker stepped to the podium and a spreadsheet unfurled,

it’s content of graphs and charts now shared with the world.

And of course as expected the masses erupted.

For each surmised the other’s corrupted.

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A new council called for a WAVE review

For all agreed that something’s askew.

This council concluded if manmade there’s a bug.

And thus their proved right when pulling the plug.

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Outside the Box

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Kings rule and Bishops herd

Knightly armor is absurd

Queens both hated and are dear

The Rooks rightly left to take up the rear

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Conned into servitude

Rewarded with an attitude

To compensate and to blame

A pawn is pushed in the game

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Each maintains their special place

Unless a better takes their space

And within these lines opinions abound

While ignoring the fact the table is round

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Cell to Pad

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All have stories, few ever tell,

journeys ventured and desires to quell.

Desires quenched and misgivings had,

good tales abound, few ever bad.

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Temperatures rise and emotions swell,

tightly bound the poet does dwell.

Here words cascade to drown the sad,

ink flows freely I think I’m glad.

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For if to spiral back into my hollow shell,

where the sea’s only heard is my living hell.

There verses echo of another passing fad,

when only time notes the page we add.

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