the model and reality
diverge on former's acc'racy
'til the chasm in-between
reveals itself a lie
though intent may not have been
the author's errors have crept in
to fuel a third's perception
of an eddy to be robbed
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Inspired by the poem No Words by Michael French
on an odd midweek holiday
when both could have slept in
she awoke with a start
to the sounds of pots and pans
banging
liberal - in the sense of magnitude
swearing
and water
running
she found him in the kitchen
cleaning oatmeal
from the crevices of
their twenty year old range
flustered
oatmeal rice
any kind of grain
potatoes pasta
all turn out the same
on high 'til they bubble
cover turn it low
then there comes the trouble
soon they overflow
silly turn it lower
he lost his steam
and pouted
she took him gently by the arm
headed back upstairs
and proved his point
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the thunder of artillery
mechanical annihilation
grim reports of all the costs
this human degradation
the armistice has morphed into
a glorious celebration
of victory
with fireworks
and toasts
of sailors kissing nurses
as we revel in the slaying of the dragon
while the fire still burns
low
in each of us
keep the watch
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once upon my head your hands
your pleasure gently helped me find
where swell of breast my lips and tongue
and teeth do help give rise
while knowing fingers ply a course
which brings an indrawn breath
then draw away to make this play
last longer with a rest
once upon my head your hands
your pleasure gently helped me find
where nibbled lips an arch beget
with moans not far behind
and soon the earth does shudder
as the waves lap flower's bud
deliberately slowing
to extend the rising tide
and pause
before the waves do crest and break
once upon your hips my hands
do gently guide to higher ground
ecstatic revelations
of carnal joys that may be found
as paradigms and prejudice
in love
come tumbling down
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and so they sit in seminal divide
though quarters close and likely to remain
united in the penance they provide
from fellowship at all costs they abstain
two students theologically inclined
at seminary to expand their view
by fundamental precepts each confined
and so each other's sect they must eschew
on campus noted for embracing all
and architecturally well endowed
the students sit in silence like a pall
in dorm betwixt two domes of great renown
the bosom of our Mother's sacred Grace
her cleavage chilled in that divided space
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two words "Why not"
supported by a dagger laden stare
mid sentence stopped
I closed my mouth
surveyed the evidence there
the latest weight with all the rest
described a great plateau
and so beneath that daggered stare
surrender
Weight Watchers has another
candidate
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the day before was birthday cheer
a little in excess
today I hold my head in hands
a green and bilious mess
but through it all this quirky smile
is plastered on my face
wish I could just remember what
it was that earned its place
alas I must draw comfort from
the fact that it is there
for that's the cost
the memory's lost
I'll toast it with the hair ...
... you know ... of the dog
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