agony

beach of rounded stones
appearances deceiving
barefoot walk to sea

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Reflection on Destruction

old school mirror
silver crazed
parting from the glass

image layers
fogged in haze
reaching through the past

crystal spaces
sharp and clear
dreams have gone to seed

edges splintered
slivers near
ripe for ink to bleed

every morning's
mirror gaze
richer several fold

underlying
any praise
reflection's getting old

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tidal love affair

I sit upon the bones of earth where they
meet ocean's breath who gossips through the day
through countless ebb and flow the whisp'ring waves
beseech the bones of earth come and engage

to share some bit of grand terrestri'l lore
but silence only emanates from shore
indiff'rence does to silence not equate
the sea and shore exist at different rate

in time the shore responds to ocean's breath
his answer patience shows to her behest
the jagged countenance shore once displayed
is softened by the sea's caress allayed

oh would that I in bones of earth should melt
so ocean's love eternal could be felt

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corporate acrostic

my work lends leaders clarity
unanimous acclaim
meets all my product output
by harmonious refrain
oh what a meaningful endeavor

just striking up the band
until the caco-PHONY is just slightly out of hand
marching to the drummer's beat
believing what we're told
oh goodness me we're lucky having leadership so bold

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worumbo falls

when haunted houses go away
where do the nightmares go to stay
as bricks and mortar take the fall
their toxic visions come to call

they find while on their walk about
our spaces filled with fear and doubt
and with the dust that we breathe in
they form a bond with nascent sin

the whispering begins

it isn't long before their strife
becomes well marbled in our life
soon where we had love and friends
suspicion reigns supreme and lends

support to do what must be done
to save us from the other one
who's found her way within our midst
and wants to take what's ours

when haunted houses go away
where do the nightmares go to stay
we find their toxic vision's song
has been inside us all along

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Inspired by Mark LaFlamme's Worumbo and the demolition of Lisbon Falls' mill of the same name.

box

the box they built in which I stay
keeps what I am and do at bay
not interfering with their say
in how the things are run

the rules they make keep me in line
reminding me from time to time
how I'm not worthy to opine
on how the things are done

sometimes I wish I were as grand
as those in line to run the land
their order class and phylum stand
above my ladder rung

the lack of fairness piques my ire
believing that they all conspire
in bondage real to keep me mired
while they have all the fun

the truth dawns with alarming pain
I recognize the sad refrain
who swallows all their crap profane
it's me I am the one

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thirst

the well is deep
and dark
         ... and cold
the water rank
imbued with old
regrets
and wishes unfulfilled
and yet I stop
to drink

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Inspired by Uma Ventrakman's It is elusive.