Flow like a river

Dance like a stream

Ninety percent water 

Ten percent dreams

Tumble into an ocean which kisses many seas

Get sucked up by the sun and turned into a raindrop

which calls itself ME

Then I fall onto a garden and nourish a plant

Which becomes a succulent vegetable

That is purchased by a distant aunt

She cooks it in a tasty dish and serves it to my d...

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Gentle breeze blowing

Across undulating seas

Full sails take me home

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The information given

May turn some peoples heads

We may believe we control what we are thinking 

But who controls what we have read

When we make our informed choices

Do we think about our source

Or who employs the voices

Which try to shape our course

When we look at where we are 

Do we not wonder how we came

To this place of isolation and division

And ap...

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Oh this lift 

     This ocean liner

This well equipped

    This creature

Strutting out in splendour

Along the roads which crack and scar the wonder

Roads to take this liner

Oh to touch and try the softness

        The roughness

The textures of the wonder

   To gaze the greens and greys

              The browns and rainbows

                               Kinetic ...

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Low sun shining light 

Through the bare boned winter trees

Cold clear perfection

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My hoary handed sister of toil

Has left our world of grease and oil

She now inhabits cleaner rooms 

With nary a whiff of diesel fumes

No more long lunches in our dusty yard 

Nor almost romantic moments 'neath a canopy of cars

Not for her skinned knuckles or broken greasy nails

No more bellicose chuckles at lusty workshop tales

I hear that now she is using Olay, or some othe...

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Sunday night in a small jazz club,

Saxaphone bleating sweetly 

And the bass is working up and down my spine

Like a rhythmic masseur.

Serving cocktails,

   Seeing drunk people.

Now the saxaphone is braying like a crazy mule.

Drums sticking on nerve endings, like accupuncture pins,

But the piano smooths it out

   oil to calm the white caps on stormy seas.

Late night in ...

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On this auspicious day

All gloom must go away

No brows must be furrowed

No thoughts may be harrowed

All rooms will be light

All outlooks shall be bright

That must be the way

On this

Auspicious

Day

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