Tag Archives: hex

Words Conceal

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…if you do not

even understand

what words say,

how can you expect

to pass judgement

on what words conceal?”

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~ Hilda Doolittle

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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understood

knew it

could define it

could intelligently discuss it

comprehended

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Haiku:

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quick summer shower

brought the humidity up

barely wet the lawn

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Poem:

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Sirius and the dog days have just passed
the sweltering heat remains
lethargy and indolence are forecast
there is a definite slowing of the brains

the boll weevils don’t seem to mind
hound dogs trying to avoid the ticks
seeking shade wherever it can be found
even too hot to discuss the local politics

the cat hides under the kitchen sink
licking condensation from the cold water pipe
so oppressive that one can hardly think
the fruit on the vine is close to overripe

a dark cloud grows over the horizon
praying for a needed cooling rain
hoping to survive this very dry season
there is no movement on the weather vane

checking the almanac to see what is next
summoning the indians to do a rain dance
barn painted with signs to ward off the hex
the farm has always been a game of chance

thank God that the farmer is resilient
we eat because they are so persistent

 

 

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No Time

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“What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows…”

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~ W.H. Davies

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Elfje:          (Cinquain)

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time

moon cycles

hot and cold

days grow and wane

seasons

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Haiku:

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thunder and lightning

afternoon grows summer storms

doesn’t cool the air

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Poem:

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what value human emotions
many deeper than the oceans
where mental meets physical
what could be more paradoxical

avoiding the devils who cause angst
those whose cheer comes from the Bronx
seeking to hang out with the angels
like the rich who live down south in Naples                 (Florida that is)

let’s begin with the family who taught us
let’s hope they didn’t throw us under the bus
then there are those feelings for the opposite sex
for many it is gloom, doom and a terrible hex

should I laugh or should I cry
might I suffer from chronic dry eye
can I live a day without emotions
will my heart suffer a self induced implosion

what should I do if I cannot feel
my senses riding a big ferris wheel
no fear, my emotions and brain are on backwards
I’ve become an expert at cleaning up  afterwards

ME and the Boss

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