limbs extended open wide
a standing invitation
structural stability
upon which others'
infinite diversity
can grow
together
adding up to more
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Inspired by an M Macharia g+ photo promptt
An unstructured attempt to make writing - any kind of writing - a regular part of my day...in the seclusion and privacy of the internet. The chaos part will become evident straight away.
limbs extended open wide
a standing invitation
structural stability
upon which others'
infinite diversity
can grow
together
adding up to more
© 2016 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved
Inspired by an M Macharia g+ photo promptt
conversation begs for time
always in short supply
Caesar's demands wax out hand
leave little to get by
and so the ones who matter most
short shrifted say goodbye
don't go
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Inspired by a g+ post by Lucie Paris
a long career
of constant strain
no herculean exertions
even
well thought out
with timely execution to a T
just as it should be
as twilight comes
the only sound
a rhythmic crunch of snow
as one departs alone
Festschrift empty
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Poe and Hitchcock
they knew
the perfidy of the stickybeak
whether singular or en masse
supplanting blithe confidence with paranoia
and even when they're gone
one looks skyward with suspicion
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there is a monster 'neath my bed
and jagged teeth fill up his head
his arms are short but they have claws
they're best for scratching 'neath his jaw
when I was young he filled my mind
nocturnal terror all the time
'til when I reached the second grade
I found diplomacy was made
to build up trust and allay fear
a tĂȘte a tĂȘte one Friday night
my monster promised not to bite
except the cookies that we shared
and which I fed him laissez-faire
and so, fast friends without a hex
me and my asomatous rex
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campanology can be quite lucrative
thought the bell-ringer with the kettle to give
as I passed him a five
on my journey inside
and said "stop when I'm near if you want to live"
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reality has a complexion
that's far from an airbrushed perfection
if it's truth you would find
better salt what's in Time
with what's bruited in tabloid connections
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