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DOCTOR OF S b W

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How much does a lesson cost?

Sometimes it does not cost very much

A small adjustment fixes it

A few dollars, half an hour

Lesson learned.

Sometimes the lesson is very costly

Taking all our money, all our time

Every hope in our heart of hearts

Sometimes it costs our whole reality

Such an expensive lesson should not be wasted

It is vital that we learn from those harsh, bitter, devastating lessons

Vital that we learn the right thing

That there are people, places, things

Which will never work in our best interests

We get our "Sadder but Wiser" degrees

If you never got your diploma, let me hand you one now

Congratulations graduate, go forth into this world of choices

You can set up your own business - succeed and prosper

As the new, well-educated, highly skilled version of you.

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BIG ROCK CAN BE MOUNTAIN

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We can't get proper perspective

From the bottom of our mountain

The foothills of formal education

Are only a little better

No, we must climb that rocky, steep slope

Resting here and there along the way

To catch our breath, refresh our spirits

Reassess our strategies

We can't stay on a flinty ledge for too long

Rockbound, petrified with apprehension

No, we must continue our climb, however arduous

However dizzying, to the tippy top

There we will survey the lay of the land

Gather perspective, devise strategies

Then, when we make our descent, 

Filled with the glow of accomplishment

We will know almost everything we need to know

To rule our kingdoms wisely

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COME ON DOWN

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I woke up this morning

(Always a good thing)

To the theme from "The Price is Right"

Playing inside my skull

I never watched the show

So the value in this remains a mystery

Though I did see the show mentioned casually 

On a different show.

For some reason my brain latched on

To this inconsequential fact and has been bouncing

The thing around for days, unbeknown to me

A program running in the background

For no apparent purpose

Whatsoever

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X-RAY

How I wish

There was not

A petty bone

In my body

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PRIORITIES

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I did not write a 

Poem today

Instead, I did my laundry

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INVOCATION

Here I am, New Day

With my many foibles and flaws

Please guide all my thoughts and actions

Towards a good and worthy cause.

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EQUALS EQUALS EQUALS

Which are more problematic

Women or men?

Whichever one you choose

Better think again.

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EVALUATION PROCEDURE #1

Meeting someone new

I run a preliminary diagnostic analysis on them

As we chat

Glad that my clip board and checklists

Are invisible

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ET IN ILLIS

Up and at 'em

That's my motto

Except at bedtime

When I'm blotto

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THE INS AND OUTS

Sometimes I feel out of it

Out of mainstream culture

Hustle and bustle, politics

Competition, conspicuous consumption

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Sometimes I feel in it

The moment, nature

The Universe, the groove

A book, the good graces of my Higher Self

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If I don't know if I'm coming or going

It's okay

Both are suitable directions for me.

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LIAR TRAINING

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When harsh punishment is a threat 

For the many mistakes and learning experiences a child 

Naturally has as they navigate their way towards maturity

That child becomes separated from day to day reality

Because the larger and more immediate reality

Of fear causes them to triangulate the tale of actual events

With the current threat and the answers that they hope 

Will deflect, neutralize, invent or mold the truth

Into something non-punishable.

Truth is the collateral damage to the threat the child lives with

And the skill of lying is honed and polished until

Truth, sliced up and reinvented, dissected gossamer thin 

 Virtually disappears, a chasm widening each day

Between the child's grasp of reality and the fear induced lies

The clever child needs for self-protection

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MAGIC TRANSFORMATION MORNING

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Oh that very first snow of the season!

When the temperature is just about freezin'

A dusting of white is such a delight

For a woods-dwelling New England heathen

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Oh it is time to dance and celebrate!

Water in its glittering crystalline state

Each crystal so rare no other can compare

As they silently drift down and accumulate

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IMPOSTER

When the Great Man died

The world mourned

Acclaim rose from those he ruled

His last thought 

As his life ebbed away

"I can't believe how I had them all

Fooled."

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I WAS HERE

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I can't build a pyramid

Or miles of wall

No caves to decorate

No monuments at all

So I will leave this poem

The message is clear

I once existed

I was once here.

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WONDER

Twinkle twinkle little star

How I wonder what you are

You could be a UFO, an alien spacecraft

I don't know

If you're even from this dimension

Or a sign of man's redemption

You might be an hallucination

Perhaps an angel on vacation

Twinkle twinkle, can you hear me?

I will let your twinkling cheer me

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SENSE AND SENSIBILITY

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It would be lovely to live in a castle

With a room for every day of the year

Surrounded by well-tended gardens

A vast lawn and herds of tame deer

Then I notice  .....

The roof needs immediate replacing

The left wing is turning to rubble

The beams in the attic need bracing

The plumbing is nothing but trouble

The costly heating is not enough

The gardens are all overgrown

The oak floors are buckling and rough

Many rodents scurry and roam

Oh ...

It would be lovely to live in a castle

Surrounded by calm rustic scenes

But the castle I want to move into

Only exists in my dreams

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ASSOCIATION

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I have always admired Sylvia Plath

So I was surprised when I saw a photo of her

In the newspaper

And I immediately had a negative reaction

But it was because her hair style

Reminded me of the hairstyle

Worn by a girl that was cruel to me

In the third and fourth grades

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FELLOWSHIP OF THE ZINGS

Who hasn't been disappointed?

Who hasn't had their fond hopes crushed?

Who hasn't given up in frustration?

Who hasn't been overwhelmed and rushed?

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Yet many of these situations were resolved

Some mended on their own

Some worked out well, some just didn't

Please know that you are not alone

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So, relax, dear friend, we're in this together

We can listen, we can share

Among us are enlightening experiences

To make the best path bright and clear

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