Category: self transformation
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Waking
…you are a tuning fork, a singing bowl, strings pulled taut over hollowed wood, a wind chime in your mother’s open kitchen window waiting for the morning breeze. 3-20-22
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Happy Gregorian new year
After midnight You celebrated a new beginning You made resolutions You vowed to do better, To change Every breath Is a new beginning Why wait another 365 days To live your best life? Do it, now! 1-1-22
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haiku for the first of December
it is long past due shedding old expectations a snake’s skin outgrown 12-1-21
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haiku at the corner of Brandon Avenue & Landon Lane
sit still and listen while leaves discuss transcendence as they fall to ground 11-18-21
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AARP
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The retired Pied Piper tried to forget What he did to village children Sat on a park bench and thought There was much to learn from a pond: The way it does not flee away to the sea The way reflected clouds and trees don’t pollute water The way a stone will skip before it…
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Party favors
She was tempted to kiss a frog French kiss an enchanted prince Popped a breath mint in her mouth Thought of everything that long tongue might do Closed her eyes, leaned in When the thought of all the slimy things His tongue had tasted Made her gag She opened her eyes Put on her coat…
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seventeen syllables of potentiality
within one acorn forests patiently await with bushels of nuts 10-12-21
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Swimming in third person
Coming out of COVID Albert realized He exists outside of his relationships Tries to reintegrate Beyond the confines of his mind Wonders why or if it matters Memories of friendships On an ascent path Rise, break cerebral fluid’s surface Like the taste of cinnamon and icing In the bottom of a bowl His mother once…
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St. Johns wort
earth grew tired of the burden of its spin and night fell you waited in the dark for light then sat all day in shade you became thirsty trying to quantify half full or half empty emptied the glass while arguing acceptable definitions with yourself and went online to order St. John’s Wort hoping for…
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Queuing at the Door, or, A Prayer for Bob Hinkle
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1) Fold your hands, bow your head, Shut your eyes and pray I would try, but no one said how to pray Just how to act like praying I wanted to know where to go, how many Steps to take, how many doors to open 2) Dad would get angry, If you cheated and opened…
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