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Harness happiness
Bound with joy or tears shall fall
Smiles support us all
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Harness happiness
Bound with joy or tears shall fall
Smiles support us all
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When dominoes fall
patterns arrange, something’s gone
while something is made
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Read a bio by
a nymphomaniac cow –
It was full of bull
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Pebbles skipped, rings rise
Waves wander to greet the skies
Pebble’s lost, what is gained?
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The jumbled haiku
A Sunday paper poet
Filling in the blanks
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Traveling through time
Searching for the perfect rhyme
Seconds tick, hours chime
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To hatch, toil and feed
Dangers lurk, survivors breed
Spawning death, life freed
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Often a fine line
separates arrogance from
insecurity
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Early morning chill
tweets subside with fallen leaf
Summers’ fall, Falls’ rise
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Is fiction abstract
fantasy or objective
non-reality?
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Sunrise awakens
dreams put to rest, minds wander
another days quest
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It’s all fun and games
Until inevitably
An I gets poked out
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Took a walk on the
wild side and ran with the bulls,
limped home, crawled to bed
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What eats like a bug
and flies like a bug, yet not?
It’s a humming-bird.
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Victorious star the moons plight
Peaking from the blanket of night
Blank sheets warmly beckon askew
Water boils, beans grind, minds brew
Sheets fill blank to dark with light
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Air surrounds all with bright
Life returns to deadened street
Sound returns to lively feet
Sun awakens to night’s sleep
Darkness shallow, day is deep
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We slash and burn
For what we yearn
Drilling holes, no concern
Spending time we didn’t earn
Death devours, we don’t learn
Once gone there’s no return
Replaced we’ll be by roach and fern
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A hole’s empty space
to fill, yet space is a hole
full of excitement
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A leafless tree is
still a tree, a treeless leaf’s
but fallen beauty
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A person who is
typically bored is also
typically boring
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On a bridge, clouds float,
Waters run reflecting life
Whilst lookers stand still
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Cast in bronze, pristine,
Polished, cased, safe on a shelf
Loved from a distance
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I recall the sand
Hiding between tiny toes
Soon to hide the eyes
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