4-4-16 (Four Poems in Honor of A Great Day For Four)

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GoTHEREable

 

Here a fence post.

Here a planet.

Here a microbe.

Here began it.

 

Go to meet it.

Go to never.

Go embrace it.

Go. Forever.

 

There goes something.

There is vapor.

There was mention.

There, on paper.

 

One honest sky.

One honest youth.

One honest glance.

One honest truth.

 

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When I Say “Heart”

 

Passive function

to say it — said —

most of the time

in my own head.

 

Yet as it beats

it sometimes screams

and then whispers.

It likes extremes.

 

In person one,

body double.

Heart. Heart. Heart. Heart.

Lovely trouble!

 

In that you have

taken a part.

Worlds of meaning

when I say, “heart.”

 

4  4  4  4  4  4  4  4  4  4  4  4  4  4  4  4

 

Definitions

 

To circumvent

in decency

do not tell all

efficiently.

 

To wash without

liquidation

is to rinse in

obfuscation.

 

To dry without

fluidity

you err with air’s

validity.

 

Muddled issues

seek translations,

want agreements,

affirmations.

 

4444    4444    4444    4444

 

Four Times Four Times

 

Beat and meter

came out today

to shed their light

in new airway.

 

Double u oh

are and a d

met up with s.

Hyperbole!

 

Meaning is as

meaning does but

actions open

what words have shut.

 

Poetic feet

will find their doors

through Internets

and closed bookstores.

An Edit Day

Abundience?

With extra i

a misspelled word–

disqualify.

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Too much of this!

The edits way

see text is rhyme

in context stray.

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Weird work on words.

Communicate.

To shiver well,

translate, innate.

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To clarity!

Let that be aim

Rein all letters…

compose regain.

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editing

 

Dream Gravity

Sleeping body

soul untethered

in such freedom

I’m too gathered.

 

Dream is a path—

requires no feet

floating story

left incomplete.

 

Even in a nap

dreams are practice

to connect to

this life’s atlas.

highlinebricksSo much depends

on the sleep’s time

of day or night

the quanta “I’m.”

Spinning Circles

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The young the old

the middle age.

Income—expense

in wallets’ wage.

 

We all design

the world’s spreadsheet.

But just enough

won’t make ends meet.

 

The socialists,

the me-di-awe.

They exchange lists

of need and law.

 

Society

will pay the price.

Prosperity

in fire and ice.

Inspired by this blog post:

www.thebillfold.com/maybe-we-should-start-diverting-social-security-to-millennials3495513461c8#.ajrfgh187

Aqua Pura

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a pure liquid

holy water

an artesian

alma mater

 

evaporate

oh oxygen

gas rises out

of hydrogen

 

this substance has

efficiency

it bathes all with

proficiency

 

love it use it

drip drip drip drip

in water flows

relationship

Leftover Why?

 

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Year of numbers

day of the weak

count money all

in close critique.

 

Minimum wage.

Maximum cost.

Moderate gains.

Measured and lost.

 

The whole has left

its parts of sum

to right align

with new income.

 

Cells divided.

Reached attainder.

The last question?

A remainder.

Relative IT

Tesla

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eerie action

at a distance

compound fraction

coexistence.

**    **    **    **

Inaction is

logistical

to poet’s pen

amystical.

***    ***    ***   ***

Dependent on

prevailing mood

single neutron

and science pseud.

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Entanglement:

Where love meets fate

as episodes

accelerate.

 

NOTE: This poem is based on two recent incidents where roses and tea were key players in scenarios that I must describe as magic! The month of February in the year of 2016 has been extraordinary—and there is still a Leap Year Day on the horizon. It can only mean more magic…and I wish it for all who happen to read these words…yes, YOU.