Tag: warmups
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The loss of muse
As I slowly become more invested in a young lady I have been dating my muse flees. Perhaps it is truer to say that my muse has shifted its production from whimsical nonsense to sentamental nonsense. There is a market for the sentamental nonsense, but I can’t bear to stoop that low. Here my…
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King of fools
True true the poet says.False false I bend my bread.Up the wall out the hedges.On the peak and over the edges.Nonsense chased me up and down.Seeking me to place its crown.Upon my brow and dub me king.Lord of fools has its ring.Did I run? flee or shout?No! I simply sat about.Sluggard, fool, and wicked too,But…
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Jabberings
Rhythm, rhyme, reason.Life is music, a dance, a song.Division, a single point, into three.Emphasis, weight, meaning.Words too heavy to be spoken as one.
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Music
Tempo in flight, winging its way, over mountains, through valleys, across skys.On the wings of a violin I fly. Hummingbird quick. Soaring with the trumpets.My wings cannot carry, the destination is too far, the air too thin, the sun too bright.The orchestra is but a fragment of a key to the gates of heaven.The smallest…
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poems by the lakeside
The Glimpse I walked a dry lake bed on a misty day Grey clouds shifted slowly in the sky giving no hit of warmth of sun A thick mist had risen and drifted, cover and uncovering at its whim Skeleton trees reached with their boney fingers trying to grasp the veil Perhaps to wear. It…
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Tied up.
I tie myself to you, I bind with self with words of affection, With subtle touches I draw you in. At first it was threads, small looks, witty jests. Your soul and mine travel the same path. “Here is one I could love,” said my mind. Shoe laces and yarn tied us, closer we grew. …
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Sponge Brain.
My mind is like a sponge Under pressure all my thoughts are squeezed out. They run down the drain into my stomach where they reek havoc with my digestion. In gastric intestinal distress I stand, thoughtless, aloof. Thank God for the proverb Even a fool will be thought wise if he keeps his mouth shut.
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Can I make good dialog?
He walked up to his friend. “ Hey, how’s it going?” “ Good.” was the noncommittal reply. There was an awkward silence where they both considered where to go from here. He decided it would be best to end thing as quickly as possible. “ Well cool, see you around.” “ Yeah see you.” He…
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Why I’m right and you’re wrong.
My dear friend. I am right and you are wrong. Read it in the stars, see it written the clouds inscribed on the souls of all those righteous people. How could I be wrong? The world revolves around me. All who disagree shall be cast out of my gracious presence into the outer darkness, where…
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Cooking Prose.
Oh how I enjoy that food of prose. If only I could cook. I suppose everyone starts out as a novice, still, its sometimes discouraging. I always enjoyed beans and rice growing up and I fear my bland pallet has transferred to my writing. Still it’s hard to beat those beans and rice, left overs…
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