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Peanut Butter Sandwich …..and the king blurted out, “I want a peanut butter sandwich.” Then the master servant replied, “I could order up our
The out of bounds reaching The running from a common place with common thoughts in place A domesticated madness in bloom A freedom song with a girded voice
The mystery of the unknown Some hidden and some shown Some behind perforated walls Dressed in satin as beauty calls Calculated gestures and moving par…
Along a path came a man carrying a heavy back pack that made his legs bend under the weight. His one arm was carrying a sack of apples that he gathered up from an apple tree. In the ot...
The Blinding Beauty with all your blinding ligh… Your shore-less seas, your forgott… Your fruited fields, your soul unh… Your serious intent, your pleas un…
Verbal Reprisals Volcanoes, weaponry stilled by the… Sound asleep in the bowels of the… Isolated from the turmoil of civil… Smiling with the silence of the se…
“It’s off to the gallows, I go, I… Hip, hip hooray, what a wonderful… What a beautiful looking crossbar… The same color as my polka-dot shi… Don’t want to go out with the wron…
Other’s Gold There it lies on the shelf all alo… With halos above and the earth bel… Heaven is a place to call my own As what I am a righteous fellow
Deep down inside my private mind, encircled by barbed wire fences, my world, my pride, my haven, my autonomy, my island, my secret theories, my wilderness,
A Gypsy’s Song I peered through the ringing trees Covered in a crying lament A dancing exuberance, a rolling ga… A stage carved through nature’s vi…
This is wrong. That is wrong. Everything is wrong. Complainers have their own language and loud voices. They wait for me to rise in the morning, follow me around every day, eating m...
Busy Silence Open spaces not so clear and silen… Constant air moves with pleasure s… Life never stills, never comes to… We pause and yawn, we come to atte…
Little Piccolo Subtle little body that you are Cutting through wild tempests afar With no room to store your might But yet up for a hell-raising figh…
The hammering gets too loud for us Americans and the onslaught of superfluous advertising hurts the ears. It overpowers all other similar events that need publicity. It drives us to see...
Prelude to a poem, rhyming rivers… around the bends in an effervescen… and in silken chutes from heaven’s… sliding upward and down to earthen… into auditory caves from melodic s…
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