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Sylvan Hope

tones of wooded sprouting leaves
sing the measure of the trees

they festive lift, and rustle, clap,
or silent sway, filled with sap

gorged and sated, a jewel they glow
the color of the sign to go

full of chlorophyll, the grass
screams of life as through stained-glass

filling up with greenhouse gas
while oxygen to us they pass

surrounding us with vital health
vegetation is eart...

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friends of the earthgreen planetphysical health

Folly Roger

a cutter came a crawling
in from a sailing day
and this heavy bark a bawling
up the fine palatial bay

a laddy sees a lady
as she jumps down from the stay
she were hollering and a hooting
she were a sight to see

Her voice could tame a tomcat
and her back a tigger too,
for she cut a fine figure
which struck the boys to blue

Yet this lad would not digress her,
though the boys were ...

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datingmatchpiratesseafaring

Fly the Skies

the psyches living in the presence shine
shine with fires of deep compassion
that flashing, pulse, like a strobe
to transport hearts about the globe

their secret is not hard to find
but every novice must commence blind
until an occupant descales their eyes
their boredom hides angelic skies

 

 

 

© Brian Hodgkinson Jr. (aka) Limericist 2021

 

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angelscompassionother dimension

This Tree

a tree is my healer
wholesomeness attends me
it gladdens me to lounge under its canopy
it shields me from the blazing sun
it whispers rustling leaves soothing me
aiding me to come to balance and perspective

my earthly sojourn is headed for decline
but you, without fail, stand stalwart for me
your roots, trunk, and branches brace me
despite the reverses I face
you are constantly prepare...

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The Mighty Tree

Wild Child

a wild little elf
with wide-eyed wonderment
I was magically alive and frolicked

owner of a child's idyllic home
named Cherrybrook

all by himself,
dad constructed a house
in the late 1950s
from a dilapidated 1800s barn
 
our spread was situated on
eight acres of untamed sugarbush forests
with old wagon trails crisscrossing the woods
hung with grapevines
 
dad also made a lake wit...

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Childhood memories

Arachn Idvasion

once upon a time
thought I would like to watch
a diligent spider
fabricate its nest to completion
but now, I had little choice
oh, the offensive beastie
climbed right into my ear

commenced wrapping its sticky
cobwebs around my unguarded mind
yes, this nightmare of all
my waking frights ambled about
rolling and knotting my thoughts in its
pinching, chop-stick, weaving fingers

old e...

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Anyone?

an African girl searches for her mother
she’s five– tied on her back, her brother
wanders the smoky streets, hungry
hides when rowdy black-booted men pass
they carry machetes and Russian AK-47s
amid wailing cries and sniping chatter
limbless bodies stare from bloated death
fishy-smelling sewage in pothole puddles
she stops to drink the rainbow-slicked water
giving a little to her fever-si...

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dont lose your humanityno one cares?

Living on the Wire

The famous funambulist,
Karl Wallenda said,
'The only place I feel alive is on the wire,'

in 1977, at age 72, he walked
 a 720-foot cable
(about 2 football fields) from the
Miami Fountainebleau to the Eden Roc Hotel,
170 feet above the ground
while crowds of people ogled
at his marvelous feat of balance,
he called this walk, 'the toughest stunt
of his life.'

but in Puerto Rico, onl...

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choose lifeLife is for livingrisk

Caned

Remember the 60's?
the 20-year cold-war fatigue
and Lennon sang, 'back in the...' where?
and everyone grew their hair
and everyone else was 'square,'
and Woodstock was the right to 'bare,'

that was 50 years in the past
their teachings didn't last,
the world is going insane
trying to make everyone the same
& now the hippies sport a cane

soon, the net gets everyone typecast
tracked w...

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The Ablation

On a cart, paraded and wheeled
stripped naked and bared unconcealed
bystanders all want to stare,
heads turn to see a freak in a fair

to the shamanic altar is where
priest and priestess begin to prepare
the oblation is shaved of all hair
with declarations and with dark prayer

Self-respect takes a hit, isolation sure
blood will be let, the conjectured cure.
ceremonial knives meant to ...

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cardiac ablation

Now You See

the quiet flame
the locus of the seated
the flush of self-surrendering prayer
the beaming presence enters
that calming light
that kind face
that dignifying contemplation
that draws us to our center
the carriage-clock stops
that one untimed moment
your eyes ablaze, fixed
for now, you perceive
as do I,
and nevermore the same
looking on the flame

 

 

 

 

© Brian Hodgkinso...

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contemplationEternal Wellspring

Unbuckle

we are
headed-for-the-wall crash-test dolls
if while licking the wounds of our past,
we are producing
our today,
which will buckle us into
an inevitable boom & tinkling glass
as sure as
one bang-up follows
blank-eyes

 

 

 

 

© Brian Hodgkinson Jr. (aka) Limericist 2006

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law of attraction

Drops of Heaven

a minute orb of brilliant water
near to midnight keeps a star
as it sits still silent, there
on a blade, skyward stares
at the distant stellar glares

 

 

© Brian Hodgkinson Jr. (aka) Limericist 2008 

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Starlightstellar

The Artist

this player knew a secret–
first, he was comfortable
in his own tortoiseshell,
hovering by the Circle K
next to the CVS and Pizza Hut,
but was more than savvy
that the Circle K
was where
the actual game was.

For late-night beer drinkers
and lotto gamblers could buy smokes
and beer up to 1 am
–there, he reclined with his striped tail
acting completely oblivious, resting
near the doo...

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cheshire catcool the cat

Juneau’s camp of the misguided

epiphanies pinwheel translucent
overtaxing the lenient mind
accelerating the Midas crime
when skywaves ion forth a rhyme
one tier, a tear at a time,

far-flung in 747 four-four time
so lets all bug the jig Hibernian
a catalyst of perception
for the pharmacology of the limey lemon;

a Cesar wasn’t cut from bony spavin,
then, osteoporosis would lightning-strike an Olympian
this Pandora ...

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in honor of seuss

No Child Should Ever Smile Like This

nibble, nibble, gnaw, then blowing, soothe
the giant sewer rat gnawing surgically removes
callouses on a street urchin’s foot, it grooves
while a boy sleeps sweating a nightmare of pains
his ghastly visions causing him muted screams
about his mother’s AIDS death, always dreams
patiently, the thirsty rat nibbles until he drinks
but then, a sudden pinch, the groggy child thinks
into the shad...

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Street children

Pearl of Africa

Like her name
she’s a dear precious gem
pearly smooth as the ivory
adorning the callosal elephant that rumble
her birthplace, Makumu near Kisumu
smack-dab on the equator–
she was born there,

her blood pulses to the drums
of the Luhyia, Luo, Kisii, & Kikuyu–
–a girl of African soil
who once shaped its mud into dolls
sitting cross-legged speaking Swahili
with the children who were born...

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KenyaLiving in Africa

Girl in the Mirror

Her sapphire eyes mirror a glowing
wonder, mixed with loss and longing
beneath flowing auburn curls,
aquiline nose, and mystical
flawless features–
yet she suffers
alone

Her enticing lips are sweet as cider
extracted from the choicest ruby red apples
but can change vicious &
twisted
as a witch’s brew
her perfect teeth gleam proudly
as impeccable milky pearls– sharp
as her razor wit

...

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authentic selfmystical femininity

Springing My Step

wandering,
watching,
following a floating
dandelion seed parachute dancing
on a friendly breeze,
in
grass-stained shoes

off to the left,
waxy purple, red, yellow, and pink tulips
caressing the nose with exotic perfumes
buzzing life
&
the odor of heating moist black soil
is airing a greening report of
fertilizing capacity

for
the sunning
landscape
and me

 

 

 

 

...

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Mother Earthspring feverspring season

Mermaids from Monkeys

In 1842, there was
a travesty called 'The Fiji Mermaid,'
composed from the torso
of a dried monkey corpse fastened
to the tail end of a fish--
Megaphoned mouths
of carnival barkers touted
the splendor of the
so-called 'genuine' mermaid
and seduced willing suckers
'born every minute,'
to dish out oceans of hard-earned money
just so they could gawk at the mocking
man-made monstrosity.

...

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griftersinternetleakersMermaidsHomo sapiens

Poe's Hecker

Judicious hunter of the sky,
Corvid of Gehenna’s lie,
Helping wolves for leftover scraps.
Fights with rats the bulk of cats;
Jet-black wraith pick-pecks a bone,
Mynah-like, its voice intones.
Flicks a tilt? A questioning look?
‘Nevermore,’ answers the crook.

 

.

.

.

© Brian Hodgkinson Jr. (aka) –Limericist 2007/2021

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ravencorvus corvax

This Morning in Morgantown

Rails clack, & the Indiana RR blares
midnight, or close to
History's brakes squeal brazenly in this town–
Sleepless and sweating
because of a kaput air conditioner, we toss
on a makeshift bed made from
a 2-inch foam mat atop
years of green plastic Walmart totes overstuffed
with your broken dreams.

You light up again from your window perch.
Meandering smoke permeates 3AM
(and me, a non...

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I will always love you

Wait for It

a thought came
twirling down
from a graying November tree,
one of the last to fall,
announcing,

'look at all my crusts of death,
and answer me.

--bipeds of clay,
do you doubt when
howling winds, ice, and snow
embalm
our root to rock,
that Spring will squeeze
out of us
baby buds again?

for each change
the wintertime will become warm,
the dark will lift,
the lawns will need a...

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hopespringStill waitingwinds of change

Genesis Season

This genesis season brought green back in style.
The cut-grass aroma rides with lilting breezes,
While rainy-day gray hints at an orange smile.
And the lyric rose robin and chickadee teases.
For the transition to a blazing gold summer,
Roasting weather makes all work a bummer.
While volatile plans cause dizzy sun-fever,
And ray-bathing people forget how to cover.

Carrying waxy pollen, th...

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season cyclespring season

On the Edge of a Dream

on the edge of an enchanted forest
rests a do-it-yourself log cabin, a humble home
where chipmunks and squirrels romp
& trees reach up to stick twigged fingers
to the peaceful cotton turquoise sky

next door, a sprawling field sprouts
new corn nursing under an afternoon sun
the air is filled with an ambient symphony of
warbling, twittering, buzzing, barking–
children squealing wild with ...

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Creative Sharingbroken dreams

Resting on a Lilypad

In the year of the Pig ...

Next to flowering peach trees, I took my stance with hands clenched.
Five paces away, a masked ninja set itself hooded in black silk.
Nearby, a splash, as an agile frog propelled into padded lily-pond.
Leaping toward the black figure, I launched, spinning my awkward drunken dance.

The misty purple mountain to the east wore a dark hat flashing low rumbles.
Mushr...

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fun and aerobatics

Center

I can know what to do today,
but should not act before I pray
skies are a bluer hue, this way

The worried world within me winds
demands my mind jumps into dreams
but I ‘m not driven at all by these

media entertains this scene
poisons our heads with kerosene
but at our Center, soon serene

..

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© Brian Hodgkinson Jr. (aka) The Limericist 2021

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touch the spirit there

Morning Zazen

wake up
go to the computer
stare
open the blinds
stare
go to the bathroom
stare
grunt
wipe
back to the computer
look at the news?
no, a buzz-kill
stomach growls
*toot
boil water for tea
wash face
brush teeth
shave off stubble
put on underarm deoderant
steep teabag
put in two slices of toast
sit again
try thinking
don't want to think
try to think again
stare
sip tea
thawi...

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wokecobwebsdesolationinspiration

African Airways

of course, a taste for the steal,
I mean, the tail just flew away

off mud and grass with loud coughing laughs
absconded a Kenyan thief,
fuzzy ringed flag
in its nozzle

sporting swifter than the
serval cat ever was

predatory indifference
taunted the dead nighttime hunter
propped up & tailless

here is what happened- a jammed bus
on 4 AM schedule careened
the hazy, dark, and trea...

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KenyaLiving in AfricaPredatory behaviorServal Cats

Fragmentally

day, a fabrication
by one who made the space and time scheme
a sound back of occurrence
wraps up mutually every part of the theme

hereabouts with thoughts sparking the mind's screen
shows senses are nevermore alone
like a projector expressing a film
sentience zigzags with a one

back before the big-bang bursts a baby
a cognizance nibbles at itself
a big bird hovers over the hollow mes...

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Bugsy Siegel was a hoodlum in New York who becameexistence

Lifeboat

I heard
   'when it's good, it's very good
   but when it's bad, it's horrid,'

which is the authenticity of the experience
isn't the sunny blue sky like God's smile
because of the dark frowns of yesterday(?)

don't you think it's also true
that the range of our moods
expose the vastness of our creativity(?)

the question then is, how shall we cope
through all the varying weather cond...

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EMOTIONAL POETRYadjust or self-destruct

New Toys

went out for a walk
and a few steps saw
a pencil on the sidewalk
bent down and picked it up
a purple one like new

my strides took me
outside the bustling town
still ahold of the pencil
entered the forest and
wondered how to find paper
noticed some fast-food
the litter had strayed there
so tore it into strips but,
needed a writing surface–

followed a skunky marsh path
where a cru...

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flowpencilpurple

It Prowls Around

it stalks with lidless eyes,
a watchfulness not resting
a cat staring down a bird,
it’s teasing, and it’s testing

slinking around, it gawks and waits
for its prey to trip and fall
the butcher wants to eat
to munch into a skull

it often threatened me
misery, it was vouching
on its haunches, biding time,
like a spring, it’s crouching

the ophidian is eying me,
so patient to predict
...

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gotcha momentpermanent head damagereptilian

Chimera

Why this sense of loss and betrayal
locked behind prison bars of portrayal?
Intestines writhe, so pining for
relief from the blood that I abhor.

We were born as a fragment of a family
we were childlike, optimistic, and free
but we drifted away, shrewdly snared
in our sight, a chimera flared

The shade instigated hate into flaming
firing hate for themself and then others shaming,
overt...

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illusionaccusationsbroken family

Wooden Bones Were Willing

When our ships met again in open seas
our eyes met in the salt air
under gull cries
a vow was kept
testified by Neptune
for sundry nereids inspirited
the disclosure of secret love

you are gentle,
& the wise know you,
my feeling was divulged to you
but I bear the curse of graves
previous voyages
strong vessels with wooden bones,
scattered at the bottom

a sounder ship is awaiting
...

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unrequited love

The Ride Home

maelstrom sky correlates to water
fomenting monumental ocean rage
lifts to the brink of heaven,
slicing down toward a yawning
swirling hole

navigation is futile now, gone awry
step outside to assess,
the water explodes onto the deck,
almost washing me out to sea
slaps me off my feet,
o, I don’t want to be
here

send up flares, call SOS
all voiceless by the sea’s fury
so alone, hel...

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heavenhome at lastthe last laugh

Them

blind by years
of eyeing what may
have been

a fixation to rectify
conclusions that left
gutted,

desperate in the pursuit
of improving a battered past
exhibiting no signs
of resuscitation

nurse this project
try to be precise, matching back
grimy bones

in phantom wasteland
pictures lacerate
with a jangling chain
ghostly voice

   

© –Limericist 2007

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Obsessive Thoughts

Dayspring

Polar zephyr stab awake.
Horizon dark, opalescent haze
semi phase,  lune orb-shine
sparkle ice-dew diamonds.

Stirring begun, a new revolution.
The Dance shivering,  change…
Revive mauve vibration ring
into bird’s boisterous caw-ling.

Genesis echo, milky stellar space
I stand, enveloped measureless wonder,
moiling creation transformation.
Somaesthesia Process — I AM.

Thawed first-...

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a new dayit's a beautiful morning

A Nymph's Tail

On the isle of Ogygia,
the nymph Calypso reigned
where violets blanket the verdant plains
& fountains flow with sparkling waters

Calypso’s magnetism
transcended what any mortal could dream,
the daughter of Atlas held Ulysses prisoner
ravishing him for seven years
in nightly orgies

her kaleidoscopic beauty
inebriated him submissive,
but the night after night
of bacchanalian carousin...

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NymphsseductionUlysses

Tickled Green

a little baby finger tickled
the large pot-belly,
but the heavy sleeper slept on,
out like a rock

the giggling tot
mischievously said, ‘again!’
wiggly-wormy fingers dug in,
but the loafer was idle,
simply a fat lump.

it’s well known, little kids don’t give up,
and indeed, not this little tyke
who thought the slumberer was playing,
pretending to ignore

with renewed resolve, the b...

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green planetspring sprungthe power of life

Changing Score

Amplify the greening stillness
Clarify the setting day
Beautify the chirping boldness
Dignify a song to play

Classify the singing earthlings
Deify the animating word
Rectify the tearing heartstrings
Specify the crying heard

Vilify all biting virtue
Ossify a bending bone
Electrify the burgeoning snafu
Unify the hearts of stone

Fortify the flagging creature
Solidify the melting co...

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processchange

Definition

there’s a time to walk
past twisting paths,
with sharp turns to the left–
give thanks.

a time
when steep ways slither
slippery with jagged jutting worries–
give thanks

when dark trees crowd out the light
of everything familiar until–
give thanks

when hiking partners decide
to turn back, leaving one to
hazard the journey, alone–
give thanks

when the music
is known only to th...

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Self-Definitionthankfully

Telephony

'How are you - how's it going?'
I don't want to answer, but
'I'm good, thanks,'
it's a bald-faced lie,

Life is a jumble.
but, I join the customary
dance of mendacity

Making a report,
'I was in the hospital,'
'Oh yeah?' in her sing-song
'Tell me all about it,'

she pretends to cough
using the action to glance
at the cell in her hand
--eyes roll, then
she feigns caring eyes.

I...

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mendacityfailure to communicate

Scrappy

It stares at me with its sad-dog eyes.
Breathing on me. My frown defies.
What a moving look it has to beg
for a bone or a leg.

Feeding time is drawing nigh,
it'll have its feasting day
I gave it some scraps already
but wants more to bury.

The remainder shall be given later
but not while I'm still able,
until I'm all played out,
I will flick it on the snout.

 

© Limericist 2008

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beggingnot yet

Hanks Banks

So what, big whoops
I couldn't give two poops
for this fad of gross pretension
a cipher of dark invention
silly folks will rush to see
the brown-stained code of da Vinci
supposed secrets clandestine
teased as religiously unclean
quixotic quest for the Holy Grail
is nothing but a shaggy dog's tail
perhaps a junction of Jesus and Mary
they may have had a baby named Harry
And shouldn't th...

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griftersknights of the realmthe code

Midnight at the Minimart

A kind of enthralled insanity
entered the Circle-K to get a beer,
a forty-eight, and there she was:
a sensual flower arrangement
the eloquent reality of her shape
my out of sync sexuality
overtook me into staring with a numb
irrationality,
      she smiled at me.
frustrating with unrealized
intangible rewards that stirred
my praise of the creator who
created my indomitable libido
that...

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spring fever

Stop

Maybe I should be worrying
because the pieces never fit
Perhaps I should be hurrying
because it's wrong to think and sit

But I suppose, to stop and think
is more crucial than to shrink,
for that is what I'd surely do
without the times when I withdrew.

Bills line up in a row
without the means to pay.
Should I allow my inner glow
to lose the light of day?

Is life just a chance to e...

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time is more than money

Untitled

I can stop my worrying.
I can quit my hurrying
because I choose to rest.
to stop and to pray
an essential part
of any day.
 
When I sit and concentrate,
I clear my mind of all I hate
I just let it all go
trusting God for a change
then I choose what I need
to rearrange.

Let me show this practically.
it's not a vain philosophy
if a person at work
gets up in my face
then I pray inw...

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Praying for You

Green Eggs

she flicks a crackling orange tip
careless eyes gloss over
with sucking blue leisure
spirit-fumes waft airborne
tendrils from a two-fingered draw
exhaling through pursed lips
the aroma of a thoughtless meditation
symbol of a shared peace
the ritual of letting down
last rite before a firing squad
truce from the pace

but—

the target of a new prohibition
saying, danger, danger
ban t...

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Prohibitioncancel-culture

Buddhas

smiles this morning
brisk March sun, thirty-something
two fat Buddhas approach us
with robin-red bellies
full of Easter eggs,
& frozen worms
the beagle is buddha too
the two do not fly
Bella does not chase
she hardly hears, sees, or smells anymore
fifteen, she is a hundred and five,
but her tail still wags
top o’ the morning
to all

 

© –Limericist 2014

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equanimity

Long Count

I

Oh, what troubles you, old man,
so alone and poorly aging?
Your skin withers on your face,
without your friends engaging.

II

Oh, what ails you, curmudgeon,
So lost and cursed in love?
Your light-staff now is hanging limp
and cannot rise above.

III

I see life’s pain-map in your frown,
and teeth becoming few,
rings are round about your eyes,
dark, without a clue.

IV

I...

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aging is not for wimps

Sifting Sands

hungry hourglass happens
human helplessness--
humanity hastes, hangs, hovering
between bottomless boundaries
bouncing, bobbing buoyantly
but back below
sands sift with shifting sorrows-
sunsets sink senile-- so,
how do hating humans have hope?
temporal time turns turnips into topsoil--
topsoil into tar-pits,
a tale that is told
by battling bugs boasting
of being bold beings
above & b...

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time in a bottletime passes byhopehope not hate

Before My eYes

before my eyes, a cornstalk
an ear, a nose of stone, a
rotten stump, a swarm of ants,
before my yes, or no, or maybe
but where there is, there was
there has also been a seed
burst into a wriggly sprout,
a hairy root, a stem stretching
toward a new sun that winked
days, nights, seasons, a tree
ringing the centuries until
a storm’s flash burned into
its heart withering it down
a termite...

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puny humans.

Cherished Moon

You were my dream
you were my sigh
you were my falling
midnight sky

I never saw a sunspot
but loved an autumn moon
my heart forever broken
by remembering our tune

once we held each other tightly
your scent rubbed off on me
our lips, interlocking
uniting silently

you were my dream
you were my sigh,
a lunatic's gleam
in this wanderer's eye
 
But now the dream
a baying howl
t...

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Broken Heart

My Arse Poetical

I don’t want to write about anything
I only want to write
I simply desire to type
I like the feel of pressing keys
I don’t want to think about you
I don’t want to think about me
I don’t want to think about anything
I want to press keys down
I don’t need to be profound
I don’t need to see
I now prefer nothing else
Just leave me be

 

 

© –Limericist NOW

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Ars Poeticafind yourself

This Instant

Right here, right now
is only where
I can be
nowhere else
has the key

This is it,
a conscious rhyme
beyond space–
beyond time

Instant chance
to lose or find
flow of Mind

 

© –Limericist NOW

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Regrets

Feelings died
and I just lied
we merely lived as two
I waited for
an open door
while walls between us grew

my heart was sad
for what we had
while I only waited to
run from your touch
though you tried so much
but I simply wanted new

& I knew that
we couldn’t go back
to what we had before–
though my heart breaks,
and my mind aches
with pain hard to explore,
we should both be fr...

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always some regretemotional pain

It Says 4:21

As the arrow's arc
finds its mark,
know now

Yesterday is gone,
tomorrow a dream,
play here today, --now

Broke clock on the shelf,
brass, an Imhof carriage clock
reads four twenty-one

This clock is correct,
every moment, every day,
Four twenty-one, --now

 

© Brian Hodgkinson Jr. NOW

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present moment

Tuning In

I
used
to want to
be a sign-board
sandwiched between
soapbox points of view;
ugly, of a wrong energy
& malignant
as
a megaphone
announcing how to
live your life like mine with
a hidden agenda of personal
gratification, grandeur, and glory
that only just wanted to be the first,
one-up on everybody else, know it all,
(((((((((()))))))))))))) I noticed (((((((((())))
I was really onl...

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diplomacyequanimityopinionspolitical poetryreligion

Music Street Mob

Rowdy trees roar their greens
intoxicated on the earth-star rays,
greening Hulks who flourish on radiation
giants, who greedily guzzle rainwater
sucking it up into their rooted matrix
making their rebellious cheeks thrive
defiant–

I saw those leafy mops today
thrown side to side in wild self-assertion
declaring, We are the real survivors-
you pipsqueaks have menaced us
with your axes ...

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treesvegetable rebellion

March 4th

Glowing blue sky without a cloud
50 degree F or so
Greeted me and the brown pitbull
yesterday
I said out loud, March third,
and it looks like Spring is springing--
Bird song was louder, and hope
was in the air

Flakes of icy precipitation with a slate sky
25 degrees
the sound of pellets against my jacket
accosted me today
It is my custom to audibly say the date
When I take the dog ou...

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carry on

Baggy Time

The Limericist watched,
the stage was set,
the crowd took their seats.

Act One:
Lim walks Bella,
a stubborn 14-year-old 13-inch beagle
who almost yanks Lim's arm
out of joint to chase a morning squirrel,

but Lim is hardly aware
because he is amused within himself,
thinking - Drama .. drama, everything is drama:

Bloody Christ dying on a cross with sad eyes,
audiences all choked up...

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dramaKenneth Burke

River Ducks

the late summer heat
relaxes the Chagrin River for ducks
they glide, unhurriedly floating along
with fuzzy buoyant seeds
from giant overhead
maple trees

we sit by the water’s edge
on a crumbling sandstone step
the mallards swim over for bread
your head is on my shoulder
we blend together, content
seeing through the clear lens of us,
children giggle, fatten the ducks,
ice cream cones
...

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contentment

After Gaze

I would just stand before the wind,
and get caught up in a particular way,
floating like a kite above the earth
while others watched
and longed for
my skill.

Transcendent, I’d soar, beyond all reach.
It felt so natural, while many asked
for my secret sauce. I tried to explain
since it was all in the technique. I stood
before the gusts &
just let go, lift-off,
I felt ecstasy–
a butte...

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split the cloudsflying soul

Sand Castles

there is a hurt that heals
there is an ache that soothes
there is deceit that clarifies
there is a snag that smooths
there is a fact that falsifies
there is a wisdom, dumb
there is credit that disqualifies
there is a royal bum

what seems to be only one way
in another can be gained
to determine what’s before us
is the fashion it’s explained

therefore from hard conclusions
and opini...

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creative thinkingopinions

Rendezvous

Meet me in silence
Free from the noise of the moon
The unrequited lust for spring
Hold me without need for growth
or the raucous call of the starling
You will find the empty nest
Vacancy allows for new mergers
Even if we disassemble a fierce display
Play upon pleasured strings
Trace, finger, delicate chords
Private notes, sensual, thrilling,
They only lead us back
To silence
Yes, soli...

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sensualsilence

Heaven Can Wait

The old boy got loose.
Strained at that chain for years;
He heard the barks of others,
wanted to know, to taste, to play,
& be free

Then one day, it happened.
He broke his rusty chain
& ran–
forgetting his bowl of easy food;
His pan of clean daily water.
Determined to experience everything,
feeling like a pup again.

He just kept running &
smelled everything,
licked everything
me...

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heaventhe grass isn't greener

Gripped

You said, "Always treasure the forest."
Because there we met in creation--
Our living energies united a nova burst
Devouring doubt and fear to cinders;
You took me up to a high place
You leaned over open space as to fall
I caught you with a pounding heart,
& through your vertigo, you wept,
"This is how I trust you," but now,
I must let you go to the One
Who has gripped us above--
For we...

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love poems

Hodgkinson's Uncommon Sense Maxims

"It is more trouble to make a maxim than it is to do right." --Mark Twain

 

All means of contact
cannot mend a broken relationship
until we restore connection within.

All alienation from others
begins as estrangement
from certain aspects of ourselves.

All ties to others are a projection
of our relation to ourselves.

Remember:
To love our neighbor
as ourself presupposes that
...

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Life poemmaxims

He Ain't Heavy

I was adopted and can remember it too,
I was three & my brother was two,
The horror of being taken away from our mom.
We left her sobbing. I tried to be calm.
Taken to a house of cribs and strange boys.
My brother and I didn't make any noise.
I kept on asking when mommy would come.
I couldn't accept it. I became numb.
Back then, my brother was all that I had.
I'd guard his crib as if I we...

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BROTHERHOOD

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