Poem
Refer To Drawer

Frustration is our persistent hum, our tinnitus, a worry-worm growing fat on our fragile assumptions. It lurks in the pale mist of our waking where...
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Wonderful
Once the world was full of wonder. But then Man learnt how to plunder. Soon the earth was torn asunder. And it's too late now... To reverse the...
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“Bethlehem … out of you will come …

… one who will be ruler … whose origins are from of old.” Micah 5:2 … in Bethlehem he would be born for task immense – salvation’s dawn … [Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series]
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Seen In A Parking Travesty
"Are we there yet?"
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oh sleep
i’m tired, i guess, or old, lifetime of poison, i guess, once there was so much to get excited about, or perhaps it was a daydream, it is oldness or...
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its watching

perhaps the machines did take over error codes, faults, high maintenance or just the product of us same flaws either way they didn't reduce...
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what is different

when you know something is different it wasn’t the same before what it said what you saw its been corrected deny you own eyes except what has changed...
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Christmas? Party? -Haiku
A couple argue both wearing tinsel as scarves- Christmas jeers to all!
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Kaye Brown
I once had a neighbor and her name was Kaye Brown. She died of brain cancer and is buried in the ground. She was my neighbor from 1981 to 1985. It's...
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The Road and the Sky

The crow flew down to the top of the fence and wiped its beak with a slow… snick…snack Its feathers were perfect, umbrella black. What was it...
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