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Two lines needed to
Add or multiply, yet one
Subtracts and divides
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haiku
Regallant
~
Forever to dream
violets in bloom, purple’s
now red with the blues
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Frequent Frequency
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Nights prone and days tall
Ying and Yang more than a ball
Life’s curves say it all
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Gone to the Dogs -Woof!
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I work doggedly
But poetry’s doggerel
Doggone these dog days
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Heartwood
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Trees grow rings yearly
Love and care root securely
Our hearts bound surely
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Through the Trees
~
Relatives real
in one’s family tree, yet
the wood’s reality
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In the Rough
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Dew drops sparkling bright
Dawn’s diamonds reflecting light
Free for mornings sight
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Who Knows
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One does never know
What they know until they know
That most is unknown
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Busted
~
I’m breaking for a
Brain break before my brain is
Mindlessly broken
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Odd Build
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My pens compression
Unfortunately suited
For stress and tension
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That’s Noose to Me
~
The well hanged and hung
Share not knotty trysts with twists
Yet each flop when done
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Optimistic Progression
~
To live another
twenty years is half life in
the middle ages
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Irrational Rationing Ratio
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Population grown
with four men per one thousand
women, less lessens
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Rewriting Writers Block
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Rest, relax, reflect,
reorganize and resolve,
restore and repeat.
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Easy Doesn’t
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Unfortunately
the easiest thing there is
to not do is write
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First to Fade
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A crocus risen
to a February sun
withers with its moon
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An I for an I
~
The irony of
inherent intelligence
is idiocy
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Rise
~
The pencil is drawn
To pen and inks permanence
Yet only quills fly
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I’m All Right
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Life for me has been;
a series of unseen turns.
Always back to start
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No Halves
~
A glass when empty
Means only one of two things
Time’s told or soul’s sold
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The End
Beginnings worry
Finishes haunt to the end
Ends start spirits then
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Classic Rock
When the day is done
And you wish to run on, then
You’re young and insane
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