Month: July 2017

Sally Rand’s Flight

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In a constant state of pre-incarnation,
an old soul preps for the next incarnation.
They’ll reconstitute a Renaissance anew,
options limitless though choices are few.

They’re birthed to body without a direction.
Life’s lived unknown but for premonition.
No purpose made clear as to why we are here.
Yet these old souls sense what’s really there.

For reasons unknown and beyond speculation,
the old souls know of their next reincarnation.
And Sally like others still live on today,
ever changing the world in their own small way.

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Erasing Racings

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We seek to seek a clue
for paths straight and true
where the angle we pursue
is our own point of view.

Degrees unchanged are unseen.
Answers lurk in space between.
All turns return to the mean.
Golden suns and blue sky green.

But the wind never bends.
A loner never lends.
Always best is time with friends.
And the unsummed heart someday mends.

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Naked and Alone

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Beginnings and ends, naked and alone,
all’s to know then to atone.
Little wings in an Age of Aquarius,
forever is a question if forever curious.

Or never ask and never know –
which direction you should go.
Up or down or in-between-
or never go then never seen.

And never seen is never known –
never known naked and alone.

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Backasswords

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Rejection’s heard and intention reversed,
when words said are “let’s be friends first”.
Regarding romance this theory’s wrong,
friendship follows and it won’t take long.

First there’s attraction with a little spark.
Nervous words follow, seemingly a lark.
Calmness soon settles then desires grow.
You talk for hours with so much more to know.

Feelings grow deeper and emotions run high,
Trust is unquestioned and your head’s in the sky.
Times had together much the same as friends,
until a kiss goodnight when your blissful day ends.

Does anyone ask for less and then expect more?
Why should romance be any less sure?
Isn’t an honest start more likely to last long?
Or start at the end, what could go wrong?

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Morning Triku #155 – Drums Rolling

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Taxing Tax Free

The nice thing about
being an author is you
wrote your own paycheck.

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More or Less

If you try sometime
you do find you get what you
tried for but no more.

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Dueling Wits, I Coulda Had a G8

If a sum’s greater
than its parts, then parts lacking
must be a summit.

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Morning Triku # Maybe the Last or 154

Going, Going, Gone

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Poetic Visions

A poet can see
the past, present and future.
Then write all the wrongs.

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Forever Green

In time we all green,
some blossom, others jaded.
Most just get moldy.

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Pocket Full of Poesy

We’re going to hell
in a hand-basket held by
a deplorable!

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