Friday, November 26, 2021

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ARE WE GOOD?


It is good


Helping out


Handing out


Reaching out


Going out of your way


But first


Check it out


Think it through


Ask yourself


Am I getting played?

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Tuesday, November 23, 2021

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HELP ME WANDA


The Magick


Is in the Witch


Not 


The Wand

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poem I wrote

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ORACLE


Years ago


I was given some good advice


By a friend of a friend


Words spoken casually in passing


But something about those words 


Resonated in my thoughts


Echoed around in my mind


I took the words to heart


Acted on them


Benefitted from them


Now I wonder


If this wise counsel


Was really my Guardian Angel


Speaking to me through the voice


Of someone I hardly knew

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Monday, November 8, 2021

Poem I wrote

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MEET THE DEMONS


She had met a few of his demons


The ones that talk to him day and night


Trying to lead him astray


She had met Depression in his black cloak of hopeless despair


Cringed at Rage, bristling with weapons and planning annihilation


"Blow up the world, kill them all! " Rage shreiks


Confusion had wandered aimlessly through the room


On the way to sit in the dirt and make mud with his tears  


Trying to make sense of  broken fragments of goals and plans


However


The King of the Demons was Alcohol


Cunning, baffling, powerful


Constantly pointing out how a drink would fix everything


As Depression, Rage and Confusion agree  


A demonic chorus of death and despair and self destruction

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Monday, October 4, 2021

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PRODDED

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Large though it may loom


I can ignore a problem in full bloom


Until my demon comes in the room


To chase me with the pitchfork of doom


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Friday, October 1, 2021

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A SMATTERING OF MATTERING 


Years ago


I began playing Scrabble online


When I first began it Mattered


It Mattered very much


My heart would race during a close game


If I won


I was gloriously triumphant 


If I lost


I was incensed with the defeat


I have played this game with the same bunch of women


For years


Sometimes I win


Sometimes I lose


(Much depends on "letter luck")


Occasionally I make a brilliant move


Occasionally I make a foolish move


But the most interesting thing to me


Is that now it barely matters


My heart does not pound


Winning and losing are both fine


The game is still fun and challenging


My neurons fire on cue


But it doesn't really Matter


Did I like it better when it Mattered?


No


Because it had control over me


Now I have control over it 


Because it barely Matters to me


Whether I win or lose

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Thursday, September 30, 2021

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UNNATURAL


Skunks don't spray themselves with stink


Rattlesnakes don't bite themselves injecting venom


Lions don't tear themselves apart with their fearsome claws


So it is unnatural for us to berate ourselves 


Call ourselves horrible names


Or intentionally hurt ourselves in any way

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