Qryos
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~ Fred? Hon? Don't let anyone harm you or hurt you in any way... You are creating a life!
I'll tell ya what it's like giving vaginal birth, it's like crapping a small car. Ta-Da!!!
It's not any more miraculously special than having your abdomen sliced open. The baby is there!
You have created within yourself a miracle & that's all that is True. That is the Truth.
Stay strong & know you are a wonderful woman!
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Burning asphalt imbedded with prints
that burn the nostrils
and so it's another day. In L.A.
Hear the freeway? That passes above beyond.
Our dreams spray-painted on walls close by
happy commuters with cafe lattes whine with bright wheels
Quick! Don't look don't see the primitive life...
It's just a drive-by, a passing frown at natives.
See though? See for a moment?
Dark and frightened and hopeful and wishing
just trying to capture maybe a thought
of those existing behind the freeway.
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~ OK, American Haiku...
Under this tall tree
The shadows of the storm pass
While puddles remain
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~ Ahhh, Fred. That's strong! & sad.
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~ Led Zeppelin, Chris Isaak, Marc Bolan, Redd Nexx, & music written by Ravel, Mozart, Tchaichovsky... too much.
Blade Runner, Labyrinth, Crash, Finding Nemo, Tremors, I don't know what all, just listing what others usually don't?
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~ Hmmm, Dabby & his trees...
{I'm not nearly as good! Ya got me there always 
}Lovely under snow
the broken cherry tree
feeds birds in summer
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~ Thanx Dabby! Your beautiful trees have soothed me
Ancient cypress cling to stone
worn and weathered
twisted by time
Sycamores, giggling,
tickle the sky
Redwoods hush the world
with hooding clouds
wrapped about their height
Cactus-like with grand aspirations
Joshua trees rudely gesture
across the desert
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~ Trees be good!
Patience, Patience, is the sigh
Of breezes slipping gently by
The Gods awaken when they may
Keep patience till that birthing day
... OK, that was for Flower.
Gotta think...
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~ Oh good grief... I bubble? {Maybe burp sometimes!
}Y'know? I work well with challenge, so now another Afternoon ? {Just 'cause!}
~ Just An Afternoon...
Lemonade catches moths on Gramma's table
dressed with tarnished silver speckled like a cousin's face.
Far-off shouts blend with the clatter of melting ice
but the tree stands so cool...
High above like a hawk Aunty frowns with dark eyes,
a hand clasped to run in the orchard replaces all...
Branches catch at, never caught, the run plays on.
~ That's a memory of mine.
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~ Winds that roared
now whisper
of frozen Gods long lost.
Ancient trees stand sentinel
holding the sacred ground.
... I don't know... Maybe?
{Thanx Dabby! I do love ya!
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~ Ooo... I feel challenged! {
}Gods scatter like leaves
leaving cryptic wind-blown sneezes
and crunchy paths
{I do not intend insult to anyone!}
There was a frozen place
where once Gods whispered, "Hear Me!"
... Good salmon fishing now.
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~ For a beautiful Flower
That inspires me to dance the path my heart beats
With birdsong in soul and sun and moonlight.
She makes me lovely by loving and sweetly
Reminding me that my sight is complete.
{I just had to!
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~ Lovely imagery Flower! Thank you
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~ Oh! From our son? That visit was lovely actually!
This had nothing to do with any of our children.
Yeah, Chico got it.
I'd dedicate it, but I'd get {nope, not gonna say it!}
... It was just a something for some.
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~ You Guilty Son-Of-A...
Well, you know what you're a son of.
And you sure as ** know what you're guilty of!
Yeah, dance like that & pray the music follows.
Because you know others are gonna call ya on it,
like at a western bar with straw on the floor.
What?
Stomp those toes within those footsteps!
Make that choice only yours to follow?
Every thought so strictly ordered...
It's only a dance son.
Have fun.
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~ Well crafted, well done!
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The wind blows me back and forth
like wild waves, constant waves.
My mind is lost in the sky,
the sea,
in me.
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~ Thought provoking & kinda creepy.
{Hope that's what you were after}
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~ So, what's the consensus?
<pssst! Phil... You've frosting or something on your chin!>
Buttermilk? Cake? Stuffed? Big hole, little hole? Glazed? Topped with candy?
Of course fresh & hot's preferred...
They're all fried anyway & not good for ya y'know!
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~ voice never heard...
softer than a whisper
in a valley lost from sight
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~ Just a bunch of meanies, huh?
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~ More???
OK.
Hiding little creatures burst!
Away with leaf cover
Flurry skitter tripping lost.
Sunlight streaking dusty paths
to home again.
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Gallop is the meter chased unfound
a trot a walk
now stopped.
In dark woods full of tripsy vines
and low thick branches face facing ducked
We crouch. Whispers too loud
fingers point and trace a scent or step
the secret stalking commences.
~ An attempt at a different form. What d'ya think?
I know, it's odd... Odd's not always bad, just wonder if this is?
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~ I know... I have my father's collection of old vinyl
& was wondering where I could get parts & needles for my own turn-table.
Well, there are D.J.s at raves & 'hip-hop' clubs & such that feed the demand!
In Santa Clarita {in So Cali} there's a shop called 'Beats & Blunts' that sells turn-tables & parts & needles & all.
There's music on that vinyl that hasn't been digitized yet & it still needs to be heard.
It's nice to know that the way & means are still available, huh?
Haiku
in Creative Expression & Cultural Arts
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~ Thanx Vegas! Nicely done
In a darkened room
Voices fly in anger to
The video game
{OK, not good. Just, y'know...}