panther
a light patter of rain traveling up and down the hallway
in the witching hours.
featureless in the lack of light
that you camouflage into.
slinking between the shadows,
you're a secret agent. you hide
a greater mission.
and without you, we'd be vulnerable to the threats —
the passing car,
the fly in the window,
and the ever-menacing empty glass,
appropriately perched on a ledge.
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Vegan Shopper
List your top 5 grocery store items.
My grocery poem.
I am vegan and proud of it too.
I buy loads of veg, to keep me on the loo.
I haven’t a top five,
I haven’t a clue.
But, onion, parsnips and potatoes are the best.
Brocoli and carrots are the rest.
These are just five, of the things that I buy.
Why don’t you give them a try?
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All the world's a stage
and loves a game
A new play for each age
a new play but it's all the same
Spot lighted masks and souls
Every seat is filled, every ticket sold
but only the rare ones know their lines
the rest of us are left to improvise
trying to win love or validation or will to go on
whatever it is, the audience's prize
those that share their script when you're in disarray
are with whom you form the strongest bonds
fall on your face and find yourself out of place
but the play must go on
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A-Z Nonsense
Absolute brevity counts
deviating exactly from
gargantuan hemispheres
including juxtaposed
kaleidoscopic lessons
maneuvering nicely opposing
political quintessence
righteously surrendered,
tendered under
vociferous wanton
xenophobic youthful
zealots.
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Two roads diverged in a wood
And at the cross roads I stood
Unsure about which path to take
I worried I would make a mistake
"Don't fear", my brain said
You'll just stand here,
procrastinating,
Until you are dead.
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𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒
𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝑒
𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝒶𝓅 𝓅𝑒𝑒𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔
𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝒷𝓊𝓉
𝓉𝒷𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔
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Morning Coffee
Tickles my lips with frothy cream
Delights my tongue, so sweet
Warm and wonderful like a dream
My morning coffee treat
Warmth slips past my waiting lips
And slips onto my tongue
So happy I hardly have a grip
Its energy making me young
That very first taste warms my soul
From my tongue down to my knees
I feel it filling me with delight
Every last bit of me pleased
A little sigh as I…
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After The Tower Falls
Here is the secret:
eventually, the ache stops,
the devastation quickens
and then slows,
the anger arrives
righteous and in want of a reckoning,
and then, it turns back to shadow,
suddenly,
as if had not been burning
a moment before,
and in that empty space,
there is quiet,
and in that quiet,
there is relief,
like cool water
from a soft stream, your heart
is no longer howling,
and the pieces of the past
all around you
no longer feel like destruction,
but a fresh start, flowers
growing out of the cracks,
a bright song of possibility,
and you know you survived it,
the worst thing,
the impossible thing,
the heartbreak
didn’t break you after all—
breathe.
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Losing my Shoe
Haiku by Mark Quinn
My shoe
Haiku from a dream I had last night. I’m on holiday and I’m trying to climb between two very unsecured walls with a very big gap in between.
HAIKU
Can I climb between the gap.My TOMS full of dirt.I’ll loose my TOMS forever.
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Poem on Education
Education
Magic bullet
Gateway to stars
Door to continuous learning
Within easy reach
Requires some effort
Constantly yearning
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