Stone Ground Poetry from the Stars
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De-Still
The thrill of heat
To reach and break the seizing bonds that yawn
And drive molecular water to shed
It's brothers thread
And quit the blessed bonds across that lawn
And stretch the reaching wow!
Up and out across the bending, sending leap
And sweep, she quits the watery bed to fly
Phase changes
These transformational sensational ranges.
Energized where sunrises and the solid world of liquid flies to the gas
will not last, condensation
in the translation and transition, not to the lower energy
But up into the gaseous state relation transmission
but wait
Temperature and pressure
The variables shift its phase shift drift is great.
And release what is left, its fate.
The philosophy professors
left the doors open ajar,
And as energy is lost not hop too far.
The dross drops away leaving the undeserving serving clay
Will well behind weighty stay.
It's energy left no longer belongs
De still until the energy shift
phase shifts leaves the soil bereft of the clay
So you say
the taoist may.
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Soar Wheee to twenty-three
These elusive infinite fragments
of the residue
These shells
left behind on this oh so misty shore of twenty, twenty-two
We adore
Looking back to renew.
Seem not just insubstantial transient fog but the dew
Of the new.
as the river of time approaches faster and faster
newly slipping
Toward the trembling lip of the falls
Where the curl of time pearls quicker slicker.
Where the boiling mist of twenty-three rises to great us floating lifting
We leap into this
With an uplifting kiss.
Knowing the purging upsurge of this new year aborning
Will with it's updraft
Will charge our wings
And soar we together friends
soar WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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What future?
Unable to comprehend
The simple truth
The Constitution is for us all
It lives yet a youth.
Ever to prevent freedom’s fall
Though he’s tone-deaf to any liberty
save his, after all.
He’s only come,
To steal all he can see
The republicans with him
Have
No
Trouble
Cause they know on his “watch”
They’ll steal double.
His mischief and hate
They never notice that freight
The Almighty dollar
Is their total focus. But Wait.
Liberty? Environment? Hate?
They do not care, they never hesitate.
They’ll just step over the corpse
To get to where ?
Money’s their north
It's all their really worth.
Never Understanding
Our loss
And all the cost.
And all that damage, Impacts what future
We might’ve nurtured we might've use for?
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Who am I to wander (6)
Who am I to wander
Who am I to praise,
Shouldn't I just shuffle by
Not waste my time in haze?
Do I have some exalted sense
Of my imagined perch
Why don't I just limp on by
a leap, a step , a lurch.
Like any other wandering soul, I spy
Refugees from any titled tie.
More exalted somehow than any man
How dare I lift my eye to praise
Where some others there can barely stand
Still, I pass my days, in these gentle humbled ways
and amidst the green, find my forest's purest days.
I seem to find, and my eyes do prize
When see I, Someone's sincerest most gen'rous act
It seem they ought to be encouraged, thats a fact.
Lest they crumble under some vain attack, and then lose courage
and circle back, Just a Busy-body, some
Interfering Thom or Toddy?
I heard some crabby soul complain,
yet, I would take a moment to speak out broadly of my brain.
And make their journey sweet like rain. And strong like coffee
softly
When out amongst fellow man I find some generous soul
Who would redefine themselves and serve some others needs
This just serves to rally me
and each and every other brother feed
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Make Words Sing (6)
Oh, thou soundest profoundest vowel
Emerge thou and howl
On a stubborn and constant
Consonantial consequential growl.
"Hit an A"
440 Whaddya say?
With a BCD, like a boolean drift a subtropical SUR-topical shift?
With a sarong,
lifted like a Songs-Soaring Highest note burning
From out that lovely woman's perfumed throat.
Eddie Ate Dynomite
Good bye Eddie!
Strings are named on my guitar
with my paragraphs passion start my letter's fettered RA's Car of Stars.
Eddie is it right, at night
When the strumming chorus
Bursts before us brightly sprightly !
Floral Service!
Not playful like King's disturbance
Or blindly porous like the secret service
Or horny like the limousine
That doesn't beep as much as really raucous
metallic caucus music scream.
Provoke a note of harmony with the chant
A-ONE-A-TWO
A THREE
SING OUT A CHORUS RICH WITH LOVE
AS KISSABLE
as miLady's richly filigreed and lacy fingered glove
And crooning like unto a baby of love
With an ancient tale of ever after
Maybe! Laughter!
Whispering the winged soulful song
Of desire
Each tripping flipping note
A fire!
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TRUMPIE is headed No longer
He's such a pathetic soul
with a soul e'en smaller than his roll
He destroyed his own plans
with his two tiny hands
and betrayed every friend that he KNEW!
He's a sad one, that ol Missah trump
and his real estate holdings took a dump
The Russkies can't use him
He's in for a brusin
as the Justice Department
cut through the confusion
his tax records show without fail
Old Trumpie is headed for Jail
NO-FAIL!
Old Trumpie is headed for Jail
NO-FAIL!
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A Poet’s Offer
POETS OFFER,
their little pearls,
some for boys, some for girls
Offer they, their little gems,
that catch them, softly like the offshore winds
Yet, be it gale or gentle zephyr,
poets and what
they are really after
the gentle touch of hand on heart
or even,
the BLISTERY Blustery
FIERY PART
A poet reaches out to find,
someone who's being,
Whose beautiful mind,
shines and glimmers,
without shade or shadow simmers.
Who's great heart leaps
from peak to peak
with such glorious wings will soar
past time, past stars
and in each others eyes, and arms infinities seek
and all those glorious
charms
Ne’er sweet kisses forsake!
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Proto Photo Phinish(2)
No to diminish a proto photo finish
But I take great pains
To restrain
but let's not be sqeamish
And I carefully train my snap, to clap
On the reflected light that taps and traps the light
That would somehow, make it right.
On just the leisure time featured rhyme of these
Magnificent creature poets
whose intoxicating lines
And marvelous rhythms show't
Charm our days
With golden goddess clay
And later resilient say
Such beauteous mutinous
Shadow Chasing casing time sublime
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Miss Nabizada, we will, Ms Nabizada UNTIL
She insists
Ms Nabizada
With her fist
Ms Nabizada
Though the Taliban
The wanted flaunted man
Leads their band
They could not hide
Ms Nabizada, no command
No fearful present confined
This mind to some hidden desert
Ms Nabizada
From the eastern lands
Stood for election
Which when, No Woman can
Ms Nabizada
Led the way
Where they would not say
Instead they slay
Ms Nabizada
And her brother Wounded bloodied others
Ms Nabizada
Didn’t flee
Didn’t run to peace
But stayed and spoke her piece
The Taliban
Could not stand these truths be told
By such a brave heart
This Woman bold
Confined they want
No freedoms
taunt, the unholy fools
Would try to hide these women jewels
Each woman imprisoned
Inside her, what home
Or is it tomb, this lawless flawed bloom.
She was a servant of the people
Her life enshrined now
In her story’s steeple.
Ms Nabizada would not be stayed
She was brave, was not afraid
She knew the truth
These fearful men
Couldn’t buy her,
send her home again
These men could not stop
The mighty heart
Ms Nabizada
Played her part.
Hannah Neumann of the European Parliament said:
"She was killed in darkness, but the Taliban build their system of gender apartheid in full daylight."
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Save the Arctic (twice)
Missing Ice? I'll say that twice!
Ice is nice. But let's not splice the facts
The heat is back, CO2 loads the air I got it from the data, on the SQUARE!
Climate Change, is "some device"
Save the Arctic, Oh That's cool,
Man has some how broken, All the rules.
The CO2, Is shooting up
What's that your drinkin, In that cup, buttercup!
Greenland's seen, A first historic rain.
Though, Where it disappeared to, wracks my brain.
It's lost where permafrost, Once stood, Once HID?
It no longer does, What it used to did.
Afore, It was the glue that held.
Where we walked and what we smelt.
With permafrost gone, the water sinks.
Where arctic lakes went, fevers blinks, the missing links.
The frost is gone, no longer glues.
The rocks and stones we used to use
For the foundation of where we walked,
About that ol "Climate Change", Er, we should talk!
It's not important, if you don't have time.
Boy you got that right, We may very well be "out of CLIME!"
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Dance of desire(2)
In every phrase
You amaze
Each jewel-framed facet
Your gentle beauty, implicit
The world at your so tender touch shakes.
The brush of your tender hand
Brings your audience to attend you
Stand
And, in pure delight wonder.
At the spell under which,
we have fallen
As sweet as to bees pollen
And your dance
Aches
And your dulcet sweet music makes
Our hearts in rapturous
Desire shakes
In wonder
At the joyous, glorious spell you have us under
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The Ludolphian Number (3)
"a slice of pie"
3.14 is its nickname, although its great fame does go back
some track back to BABALONIA, other to India's tack
over three thousand years ago
Pi's value was known, when the Rigveda was written
it has been shown.
4000 years ago Babylonia, had revealed what was hidden.
The Rhind papyrus wrote it out, ancient Ahmes trundled about.
He wrote it out he didn't scream he didn't shout.
The Greeks got peeks, but only used fractions
not decimals like we know, Said Jean-Paul " make it so." the tactician.
And Archimedes had it close, and no one really questioned
his perfection for quite some time, LORDY NOSE. Thats Insurrection.
Antiphon and Bryson of Heraclea, put a polygon inside the circle
over and over again, a bloody miracle.
But Archimedes took a different path, and this m'dear, this might make you laugh
he put in the polygons and calculated, circumference
and approximated the path around, a difference found.
then in the 16th century. Ludolph Van Ceulon began his adventury,
and dedicated his life to researching pi, It were the ruddy apple of his EYE.
his book "on the Circle" was a bloody, miracle.
He calculated pi to thirty five decimals the whole damn SPHERICAL.
for him, It was a matter of PRINCIPLE.
That calculation his fame, In his honor it has been named
Thats no house of matches, NATCHES!
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Technology Wings, Technology Sings
Aided this modern Icarus
leaps on wings and wisdom of Silicon
whose region's season
stills, thrills
capturing the voyage in video spillage
in the edit suite tillage
the charming grace
birdlife
aloft
bared from gravity's cost
it hovers heavenward
to earth below this paradox show
while skying the math
its lasting visual path
is the tumbling humbling hearth of earth below
does its seasoned reason show
this technological kits
ferrying sharying
icarus delayed
that skyward play
Leonardo looks ahead
beyond the barn and shed
to the clearer skies of the wise
and video-painted lions in disguise
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Sharpest Wits Really Fits
When wielding a razor or guilotine
And I suspect if you guess
What I really mean.
Is the sharpest of wits
Can cause grand Mal Fits
But the Seizure to Please ya
Comfits
Like furry slippers
On a cold morning
FAIR WARNING
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Even the peace poseur
Remember when peace activism was fashionable?
When even the posers chose the fashion of peace?
We judged them too often and too harshly.
But I'll take a peace poser, with the hand sign, fingers a waggling,
and the faux passion to either the WAR PROFITEER,
and those lost in the daily grinding hunt.
But some of us, we meant it then.
And we mean it now.
When Dr. King Jr, threatened their WAR,
and he threaten to point out the USES OF THE POOR!
He was sacrificed. Simply Improbably.
By "a vagrant with a lot of cash," very sloppy.
It was the dollars. Then and now.
Give Peace a CHANCE.
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The quiet uncertainty2
The mysterious blessing of fog, it's stately pace
Ambiguity and transformation
The veil slowly and dramatically reveals each yet unknown path.
Patiently waiting.
Transforming the ordinary
And embracing intertwining weaving the known and the ...
yet to be discovered in that rich nutritional broth of the discoverable.
Ambiguity, rests quietly awaiting each new sweetness.
But this veil stubbornly insists on a stately pace, no galloping
but stealthily arrives
quietly pausing as it embraces in its weaving
Each slow careful step inter-tangles the known and the unknown
Yet, definitions and certainty are wisps and Eddie's that continue to evade and
Fall Away just out of reach.
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14,000 – Iranian Women
Fourteen thousand threatened
Fourteen thousand so far reckoned.
Fourteen thousand scheduled to die
Why? Fourteen thousand more for a hideous pitilous lie!
For the lie, they understood god, God gave them the nod
To use the awful lawful remorseless rod
Yes and kill all they like in the name of law and god,
To rule with such inconceivable evil
And steal these glorious souls
Unbelievable - Not content to despoil statues
And poison minds left behind - Their bloody story - And their glory find
They would try to silence truth, That Womens lives are vital
They would mark and mar these lives, And fill fresh graves with Womens lives
With their all their hateful murderous lies
Fourteen thousand will not ever be silenced, With this awful an pitiless violence
Fourteen thousand, Will not be silenced, Not now, or ever with this violence!
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DEAD IMMORTALS
DEAD IMMORTALS - Why I almost chortled
Osiris and SET, have you met yet?
PLUTO and Hades, by STYX , I'm nearly crazy
Hel from Helheim is really not the Queen of Death,
oh, let me see who is left?
Who is Yama, and what choo know about his Momma.
His Book of Destiny records whether your drawing disks or swords?
Yama is the god of death what else to say, is nothing left.
Yama decides what justice you'll get, which path is next
Yama its said, was the first man to die
So he gets to choose, whether you win or you lose he'll know why?
Then there Kanaloa king of the UNDERWORLD
and the teacher of MAGIC and from they say,
his daily life's, fairly tragic
The Dark Dogs of Death, or the D'jar'anin
are the ghost dogs who serve their master, Wolgaru.
WOLGARU gives the ruling, and the DARK DOGS of DEATH
do the CHEWING
This cleans their shadow and makes it ready,
although you can hold on here - if this leaves you unsteady.
Osiris the great-grandson of Ra sat upon the throne of the gods and saw
He was the first Pharoah, yet still he saw, his fair share or sorrow
Yet proud Set, the brother of Osiris, was a covetous sort
and made plans for tomorrow
Set build a ,magic box with a very special brother, locks
Set proposed a contest when Osiris was sauced,
It was a sure fired way to get him, locked in the box
Set poured lead on it, and threw it in the Nile, he wouldn't confess
stole the throne, such a murderous liar.
Isis and thoth, wrote a ritual of Life
and then Nepthys collected all the parts t'make it RIGHT
Although Osiris lived again.
He could never return to the kingdom of men
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Touchfree Touchless marked down (6)
It’s not academic or synthetic
So wildly apoplectic so near and dear kinetic
The synthetic juries out
The furies pout
It’s neither romantic
Or pedantic
My fingers reach
But COVID’s erratic moped
Ne’er arrives or yet collides
He’ stays apart
This dangling darkling art
Composed a fence that ne’r relents
And makes each touchless compounded luncheonette contests
That’s never met
And such regrets, my lonely hunch.
This momentary solitary
Stunt
Is/Are the stuff of stifled life
Not once or uneven twice
The hug that’s missed
The cheek not kissed
That special seaward seatward turn
As passion patient burns
The oceans vastness yearns
But COVID minces
Somehow convinces
Another Touch-less virgin god
Erase this arousal
foreign feint
Of moist complaint has stained the plate of state
And left alone
My solitary soul
Will
Take
The fakers
Call.
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The silence of Beethoven(7)
Listen to the far-off music of the hills
Roiling with the timekeeping of the sweeping trees
And the whisperings of the swaying grasses.
Hear the royal music that rings
in the corridors of heaven, bathing and enriching
the spinning heaving earth, laboring below.
The waters susurating the sky’s glorious ululating truth
in the clouds, majestic migrations
Beethoven casts his eye on the peaks and holy spires that surround him
Grasping the piano, his jaw set athwart its ringing resonance.
His heart again free to soar, and his hawk's eye spying the throne again
He hears the “ Ode to joy”, the chorus of the whole grand universe
as he listens fiercely, it opens to him.
Have you heard the music,
of the hills and forests ringing all around us?
It’s been there long, surrounding us
And always singing its
Ever-song, before us, before our hungry ears,
our hungry souls.
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Sycophants (10)
To those of you who have turned your back on Liberty,
not just politically, but ethically
Like hothouse plants
they live a small and circumscribed life
somehow drifting stepping stiffly
in an archaic dance befitting
as they bow and grovel, they find nothing novel
in their abnegation and subjugation,turning their backs
in resignation on liberation.
They find no flaw
In their master - monster man!
They'll grovel first
Then meekly seek to implement
his every creaking plan
To curry favor, Is their single joy
On a path that's littered
With the masters splintered toys.
Any tantrum, they quick dismiss.
And the slightest opposition will cause nothing
than grand mal distress.
These poor scraping fools,can hardly apprehend
the damage they do.
as they enforce these jaded jewels,
their master's whimsical cruel rules.
While ingratiating themselves to their chosen master
They wreak havoc, destroying lives
only to Deposit a trail of fragrant disaster.
Save us from these weak-sighted fools
whose vision is so circumscribed to lift and carry
their master's mangy tools.
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Be gentle(5)
Don't let that imagination vivid, Make you angry, grinding, livid.
Each time we pinch ourselves in anger,
we steal the baby from our tender manger.
The delicate and sensitive soul in this rough and jaunty world,
Somehow too often seems to to favor not the pen,
but instead rushes for the cleaving sword.
Seems sometimes to batter gentle souls,
in whom, whose loving generosity, pays a toll.
Do not use that massive brain, to ring you bout in waves of pain
But gentle darlings make your peace, don't let it drive your spirit to its knees.
Its tough, sometimes with imaginings crazy, to find some peace, if we get lazy
be gentle on your pretty soul, whose colors, can decorate the garden whole.
Be gentle with your heart, dear friend, your delicate sensibilities
we will amend.
and place your pretty paint,
enrich the goal. and once again,
make you Whole.
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NIBBANA (in Pali - let go)
Unbinding, let go.
the practice of Nibbana is letting go,
these things we hold
these things we know
they bind us here
we've been taught we know
we always must needs
to be free
let go
The fire clings to its fuel
its the normal thing
it is a rule
but by letting go
does freedom come
to Nibana home
until we're done
and this way indeed
does Nibbana come
by letting go
the deed is DONE.
No longer captured by the fuel
by letting go
it no longer rules
and nibbana in Pali, it is said
LET GO!
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THE OLDEST TEMPLE
MUNDESHAWRI the oldest Temple
the mother goddess strong centered simple
protecting us from demon's round
she welcomed us in her ancient temple grounds
keep us pure and keep us simple
with your love and beauty ample
Anciently in karnataka flourished
the goddess woshipped for nearly 3000 years
she banished danger and conquered fears
this sacred place
our woship centered
its teachings offered
and in prayers mentored
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The Temple Design
The Temple design is the CHARIOT of the SUN
With twelve wheels Round
And Seven Horses upfront
Lions over Elephants at the guard posts
A temple is a chariot.
To carry our prayerful lives
Beyond the simplicity of our days
The terror and the walls
The squabbles and the daily hunt for food
The Temple is a Chariot
Of the Sun God
With twelve wheels round
And seven wheels up front for the days
Lions over Elephants
At the guard posts
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Kraven Kevin's Cave-In
A pyrrhic victory
Even Kevin will realize
is no more than a muddled illusion
before your eyes.
Like a desert mirage
I thought we learned
its one heck of a way
to get your toesies burned.
and while Kevie was able to get elected
I'm guessing all his goals will be neglected.
No more than lip service will they obtain
From the fevered imaginings of teen-tender taste of Matt Gaetz's brain.
Whatever the rightwing kooks desire
he'll find
only add brushwork
to the RISING FIRE
MEANWHILE, trumpies over in the corner
Wheezing after the shellacking
He received LAST election season.
It may be why
He don't like elections
Nobody seems to agree
With his selections
Kevy dear, it'll be a dreadful run
But if you liked it so far,
You're in for some really
Gigantic FUN!
My only regret, is the trouble ya get
When the RIGHTWING
KOOKS
Escape the NET!
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My grandfather's heart flew
My grandfather
Was a creature of the sky
And the rails
He sent himself across the land
On narrow tracking
Signing and signaling his messages
For passage
For access, for commerce
But his heart soared
With his flock
He lead his flocks
In competition
His pigeon flocks traveled
He flew them competitively
But when I was old enough to understand
He only flew them for the pure joy
Of seeing them soar
And dive swing by his call
And return on his signal
From castle to castle
The sky moats are breached
We reach
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New and Improved (3)
BQ.1, BQ.1.1, XBB.1.5
Are hardly any kind of fun. no jive!
XBB and XBB.1.5 are the latest great muddling virus tireless rudderless alive!
We knew before
If the door weren't locked
We be in for twelve more COVID shock
By Lincoln Logs
And LEGO blocks
COVID who never left,
Is back in stock
The shelf is full, you know the drill
And any mortician might easily show
That any lingering virus is bound to grow
Improved resistance to our medical armory
And our medical artillery has performed valiantly
OF These new "sub-Variants" it's been said, are harder to catch, snatch, smash
And leave for dead
Not only do our current vaccines, offer no more cover than a starlets bikini
They are immune evasive
As they crisscross the nation's vicinity
It seems these subvariants hardly notice, when they cross paths with our current vaccines
they're just out of focus
They are barely susceptible to our current crop
Maybe a few of the kiddies in the back row
Might guess what that means (STOP)
The BQ and XB, models these days
my friends
Better find you with your "mask on"
Or it could be your end
72% of the current infectious crop
Are these vicious buggers? In our hospitals- STOP!
Barely susceptible to the current vaccines, the silence is deafening, you know what that means.
We're again dependent on science
No matter what those scheming others dream
These render inactive
All the various antibodies
They've gain ascendancy
And just might triumphant
Over science be?
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Kevin's Big Win
A phyrric victory
they eventually realize
is no more than an illusion before your eyes.
Like a desert mirage
we've mostly learned
is a heck of a way
to get your toesies burned.
and while Kevie was able to get elected
I'm guessing his goals will be neglected.
Whatever the rightwing kooks desire
he'll find only add brush to the FIRE and HIGHER.
Kevy dear, it'll be a dreadful run
and if you liked it so far,
You're in for WAY MORE BIG FUN!
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The measure of happiness
A ruler? A barometer, a signifying thermometer
A milligram scale, the movement of snails?
A yard stick, a light year
A cloud chamber, the dolorous song of a mutineer?
The wages and waverings of sun
And unforgettable moment
The doleful terms of time undone
passages in a convent
That rich impassioned moment
As the host begins to dissolve
Or fourteen Darwin's worth
Of evolutions job
The ticking of clocks
The heart beat
So fleet
The time it takes a chess master to defeat
The errant young swain
Rich in lovers fevers and pain
Or the wavelengths
Of heartaches,
stacked and scarring my brain
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TRUMPIE is headed-no-longer
He's such a pathetic soul
with a soul e'en smaller than his roll
He destroyed his own plans
with his two tiny hands
and betrayed every friend that he KNEW!
He's a sad one, that ol Missah trump
and his real estate holdings took a dump
The Russkies can't use him
He's in for a brusin
as the Justice Department
cut through the confusion
his tax records show without fail
Old Trumpie is headed for Jail
NO-FAIL!
Old Trumpie is headed for Jail
NO-FAIL!