antinome

oh such delight
the poet takes
in singing antinomes
as much about the clothes eschewed
as what she's got in view

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Inspired by dictionary.com's word of the day 9/11/2017

delicious

here
there is a tasty thread of pasta
wound into a rich and varied sauce
of many colors textures flavors
each and all deserving our attention
pause and savor
as we follow that infinite thread
of nourishment

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Inspired by Le Hornet's Wet Wednesday

look no further

lean in they say and never stop
the path well worn and so inclined
to take us to the stars
in time
so they'd have us believe

exhausted at the end of day
with crest attained and goal in sight
we take deserved our rest
at night
proud of what we've achieved

daybreak reveals a different view
the path once more worn and upswept
a change profound wrought while
we slept
a massive excavator's deed

curious we trudge uphill
eternal climb resumed today
while vorticose thoughts spin
away
dirt 'neath our fingernails reveals
our dreams

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rendered moot

monument's predicament
turns obelisk to Obi less
lending linkage chilly shrinkage
shaken and not stirred
olive the way the dry and dirty goes

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unplugged

a pile of books, the iceberg's tip
Billy Collins has my immediate attention
but I will flit betwixt the lot
until the browser's speed bleeds away
and slowing, I go hull down
take a breath
and dive

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Popham in late afternoon

beset by gulls we lounge upon the sand
on Disney beach towels
Ariel and Ursula embrace me
the tide is low lower than ever I remember
yesterday's humidity is just that
the air is clear and warm
the susurrus of waves propels my reverie
but not enough to let the gulls
upend the cooler down the strand

she walks seaward stopping on occasion
collecting and examining the bits of intertidal treasure
she always finds
how lucky I am in the midst of all this impermanence
she always turns and brings her treasure home

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hell(p) desk supplicant

I come to you with hat in hand
as you have knowledge, I understand
which may relieve a nagging pain
that’s strong and sharp and in my brain

I think it comes from our friend Bill
who set us on this path we till
so many years ago
when once at Xerox on a screen
he spied a cursor move it seemed
as if in search of cheese

I am a rat inside his maze
with walls that move within the haze
between the objects libraried
in seemingly obtuse series
and yes I guess one might suppose
viewed not through Gates only windows

I do know what advice will come
now that the ritual has begun
you'll tell me turn it off then on
and though my problem won't be gone
our dance will render me serene
lulled by familiar sight and scene

I come
I think
I am
I do
whatever code I'm tethered to

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