Trickle-down theory
works well, if you’re already
well above the waist
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Trickle-down theory
works well, if you’re already
well above the waist
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Tread paths no one knows
Go places that no one goes
Poetry follows
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Sink into the depths of darkness and despair
Swim towards a horizon that never ends there
Or sink into my arms and I’ll never feel fear
Swim into my mind and we’ll never have a care
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We will sink or we will swim, together or apart
And tears of joy or of sadness will be a rivers start
Sink or swim, we must all, in life, love and in art
Rivers run hot and cold depending on their heart
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Sink or swim together or afloat on a ring we’ll share
Our buoyancy’s preserved when hearts beat as a pair
Sink or swim together and an adventure we will chart
Please take my hand, share my love and our voyage will depart
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Tread paths no one knows
Go places no one goes, find
Poetry follows
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We laugh and cry, we bleed and lie
We share, we care, we dare to fear
Hugs and kisses, winks and smiles
All hand in hand over infinite miles
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With ears to hear and eyes to see
Blending thoughts of you and me
This place unique, where all are free
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A place like home wherever we roam
Our roaming’s recorded in cyber tome
Then blended together to build something grand
All made from our minds and energized sand
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Why when I think I’m
Not writing, I write a lot
But when thinking – not
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I saw a bird in a tree.
I said “hey bird talk to me.”
He turned around, we had a chat.
I wrote it down and that was that.
We said good-bye and I flew home.
I sat right down to write this poem.
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But lost the notes stuffed in my vest,
And whence returned I found a nest.
“My birds prose lost, how can this be?”
I said “hey bird look at me.”
She looked down so she could see,
A babbling bird brain talking to a tree.
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I yelled “give back my notes in your nest.”
She returned the anger, on my vest.
I started to yell one more time.
Then thought; save the vest, forget this rhyme,
A cozy nest is better than a talking bird poem.
I just hope I think of something else when I get home.
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As with time, the finer the line
The more capable we’ve become to define
Unless these lines were made to define
Then they’re just a waste of our time
Unless they’re all that’s known, then their fine
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How many Haiku’s
does a person have to write
to earn a black-belt?
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The most popular
Authors of children’s stories
Are Illustrators
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Whistles, whispers, winks,
Low lights, high spirits, hijinks
Code only I know
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What is refreshing,
No calorie and healthy?
Its enlighten-mint
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The key to life is
Sharing a familiar door
That’s always unlocked
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What is the one thing
that is specifically made
for us to break? … Bread
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My head decides what
To see, hear and absorb – though
Your touch’s always felt
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Poetry is much
Like Jazz; shallow minds only
Like it when it’s “good”
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A love imagined
Afloat in infinite space
Constellation Us
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I once met a sweet gal in a two-bit bar.
She asked my name and if I had a car.
I boasted “I’m Cool Breeze and I’ve wheels to roam.”
She bought me a drink and said “take me home.”
Outside I presented my scooter and off I rode, alone.
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*Fanory = ½ fantasy + ½ memory (+/-)
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An American
Sonnet can rhyme and have feet
Though never meter
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New Year winters bite
Spring blooms then summers delight
Next fall hues take flight
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Once knew a poet
Who wrote in the voice of mime
Everything rhymed
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