It

A daily journey, around it goes

if it stops, nothing grows

fits locks with phantom keys

boils all the seven seas

 

Unblinking stare,

piercing glare,

Without mouth it eats the air

 

Seems charming, surly

but do not look, or all goes blurry

for even the slightest-shortest stare

will quickly end a fast-paced fare

 

 

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Creature

Short is the time till it reaches greatness

all start out small and faceless

but out of such things all must grow

it does not stop till its a crow

 

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Found Poems

1

Dark has not seen the nightfall

sworn word may strengthen quaking heart

or break it

 

Good hearts

stuttering with the cold

keep a diary

a full account;

no laughter and no song

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2

Down the slope

After some miles

In front of them

trees melted away

The road wound

them

like a piece of string

The road goes on forever

he had spent his life

he had never seen a new horizon

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Mind’s endless weave

Misty clouds of thick-rich sound flow in rhythm past black shuttered sky,

each clasping on to strings of thought

and guiding them together into a tight weave full of loops and knots,

so not a strand is left to die

in mind’s endless weave

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Flame

Flames lick at the feet of many

flickering in delight at suck fantastic flavors…

branches,lawns,walls, floors.

tows too

 

Licking,

savoring,

devouring,

utterly consuming.

Flames, much like people,

leave the best for last

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Its life

Dust settles as it must,

air takes up a sower musk

til land yearns for life and flower,

but neither will come without shower

so blood rains from end of knife

but what can be said, life is life

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No Honor

The long hours spent

Oh lord I repent

for I have no honor

have not made a dollar

 

The lives I have spent

Oh lord I repent

for I have no honor

have drained men of color

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Go!

Move along sir

you feeble-mumbling cur

 

one has no place

so leave without a trace

 

here’s the door

go beg with the poor

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The ant goes on a-march’n

The ant goes on foot-by-foot,

The ant goes on a-march’n

If It be rain’n, or there be soot,

The ant goes on a-march’n

If it had lips, they’d be a-parching,

The ant goes on a-march’n