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Paper lips are fragile;
easily ripped and torn.
But the words that pass
through them can border
on the devine or
the most hateful of scorn.
Paper lips
29 Thursday Nov 2012
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swallows
28 Wednesday Nov 2012
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Thoughts swarm like swallows.
Swooping, flapping,
following, singing;
unsure of their destination, but insistent
to arrive there. Where
will you make your nest?
Universal Language
27 Tuesday Nov 2012
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Just had a profound
thought,
everyone knows that music
is the universal language,
but
so is a sneeze!
Everyone says
achoo!
Everybody’s doing it:
26 Monday Nov 2012
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I hereby declare
illustrations, comics, paintings,
strictly forbidden to
take any other action against me
on the basis of this
like this, or if you prefer,
you may copy and paste
my haiku
and publish them in
“Facebook Poetry: An Anthology”
Concerning Haiku,
Keep vigilant always,
Poetic impulse.
surgery
25 Sunday Nov 2012
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I feel like he is
performing a beautiful burdensome
surgery on my brain, my soul, and his
scalpel is mathematics.
Only left with
the aftermath.
the earth’s humour
24 Saturday Nov 2012
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It is fairly widely known that the plants have hatreds
between themselves.
It is said that the olive and the vine hate the cabbage;
the cucumber flies from the olive. Since they grow
by means of the sun’s warmth
and the earth’s humour, it is inevitable
that any thick and opaque tree should be
pernicious to the others, and also
the tree that has several roots.
Grumpy’s
23 Friday Nov 2012
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Up late,
if I was one of those
“crazy”
Black Friday shoppers.
But I do not have any
super deal shopping to do
or sleep to lose over it,
just a great day
Only scheduled event
is breakfast
at Grumpy’s Diner
if I choose to
I may buy something
else who knows?
ever thankful
22 Thursday Nov 2012
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I’m ever thankful
for the Sun. I’m also
thankful that the Middle Ages ended.
Let’s not bring them back.
my soul in two minutes
21 Wednesday Nov 2012
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An old fortune teller read
my soul in two minutes, with frightening
accuracy, and invited myself and others to her
home for warm soup, positive energy, and a place
to rest peacefully.
And she was from Michigan!
Just another night at Wonder
Book…
Never ever land
20 Tuesday Nov 2012
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That’s what happens when you’re sleeping
on a metaphor.
Sleep well and may your bed
find the strength to sustain
the beautiful burdens of your dreams.
all ways
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