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Pirated Life

(x = space)

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Pirated Life

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Several hours later,

I meet with my band

In the woods

We go to the cave

That is our hideout

And headquarters

Time (past time)

For another adventure

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You check out the dragon

Take dimensions

Find out if he must be foe

Or would it come on

As an ally

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You and you

Find out who has jewels

In town

And if the jewels are fair

And are the owners fair

There’s precedence

To take them,

Re-reward them to

Those who have the need

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I’ll spy out the rest

All the possibilities

Then draw out

A fine, nefarious campaign

Out best yet and

More profitable

Than the Hood or Ali Baba

Edward Teach,

Anne Bonny,

All the rest in the unformed

Guild of thieves

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Photo by Bas Glaap on Unsplash

Fremantle WA, Australia

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Thought-Powered Words

(x = words)

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Thought-Powered Words

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The results were not good

I don’t mean to diary about it

But another organ is in trouble

I mean, I feel it

I thought it was gas

(hah)

And now I feel slowed-down today

In fact, since the phone call

Yesterday

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Pray for me, friends,

As I pray for you

Though it’s not a deal—I

Pray for you anyway, and of course

I’m not sure what you do

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But love has different kinds,

Hasn’t it?

We have ways to regard each other

Respecting who we are

What’s going well,

What’s not

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I’ll take a good thought anytime

And be thankful

The words without thoughts don’t rise

As Claudius confesses

(Hamlet doesn’t hear)

But your words are thoughtful

They soar

I know,

I read them all the time

Then watch and hear

With the inner parts

Of eye and ear

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Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 3 (last two lines)

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Photo by Rafik Wahba on Unsplash

Cincinnati, OH, USA

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After the Blood Test

(x = space)

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After the Blood Test

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The kind that requires

A fast

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I didn’t take my pills,

Either

Or had water

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I waited for a while

But this was appointed

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They should take me

And they did

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I leave with less

Than I came in with

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I face the day outside,

Later afternoon

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I wander if the person

Who had miles to go

Felt tired,

Making the desire

To stop a temptation?

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I get in the car

Hear the tires pressing

On the snow

As I head out

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Turn the wheel

To point myself

Down one hill

Across some water

Up the other side

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The sky gets dark

As the miles to go

Are done,

But now I know

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I don’t know for sure

The measure of the distance

For results

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C L Couch

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Photo by Byron Johnson on Unsplash

Great Smoky Mountains, United States

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The Haunted Woman

(x = space)

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The Haunted Woman

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She was from Kentucky

Her family harbored

The popular illusion that

They owned people

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He came up to her at an event

And said, “Ma’am, I want

To dance with you in the worst

Way,” and he did

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They had four children,

Only one of whom survived them

Her life, as you can imagine,

Broke apart

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She outspent the White House

Budget many times

Decorating, socializing

Her husband despaired

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The war over,

A measure of peace

That lasted for more or less

Two days for him, for her

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She was there when

He was killed,

Heard the Latin cursing

Of the actor turned assassin

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She lived a while longer

Seated beside her life that

Never happened

She remains in Springfield

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She is a shadow person

Loyal, if distracted

She lived the status

And now claims a legacy

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C L Couch

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Mary Todd Lincoln with the “ghost” of her husband, in an image taken by spirit photographer William H. Mumler. Mumler’s photos are now considered hoaxes.

Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=20276887

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tandem

(x = space)

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tandem

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if I count all the noise

I am depressed

at least disappointed

I like the noise of living:

children (not always)

dogs, pans squabbling

even the noise of

passing cars and the diesel

of the bus

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but the anchorite

would like some quiet

in the cell from time to time

to think and feel through

insight

and the soul

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and who quiets the noise inside

I am not sure

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I try it on my own,

and only impulse closes over

wakeful everything

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I ask,

maybe will receive

not a holy schedule

but a sacrosanct surprise

that the Earth is

made quiet through

a tandem try

so we both may dream

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photo by Adolfo Félix on Unsplash

bike for two

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Gumball Machine

(x = space)

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Gumball Machine

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Sometimes

Often, maybe

We wish for dispensers

Push a coin into a

Machine that has moving parts

But no electricity

And no computer parts

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And receive

Something colorful and wonderful

Call it sweet

(call it sugar)

Call it grace

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Grace for a quarter

(I know, it might have been

a penny)

Or something else

Dispensed

To save us for

A little while

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A coin for a bit of doctrine

Except it might be heresy

Grace for a coin?

That is a coin too much

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C L Couch

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by Strange from CA, Japan – bubbleGum!, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3232931

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Snow Overnight

(x = space)

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Snow Overnight

(the forecast)

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Snow in the dark

Except where under

Artificial lights,

Maybe like renegades

Outside the windows

Of our homes

Or business locales

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Over the runway

Through trees

Sleeping gardens

Flying around steeples

It’s there

It might go well

To turn off the lights

Go outside

I have to recommend

In numbers

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But let them strike our flesh

Faces,

Wrists between our gloves

And sleeves

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Small hits, the kind that

Most of us can take

With the cold

In thirties Fahrenheit,

Knowing that heat awaits

Inside

After the dance

Or anything to learn

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Photo by Robert Katzki on Unsplash

Stützerbach, Deutschland

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Signing Late Winter

(x = space)

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Signing Late Winter

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The sky is blue

As an observer,

A romantic,

Or a child might say

At last

And with a sigh:

It’s been white

Or gray for a while

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A lithe tree branch

Dances against the window

I can’t hear it for

The distance,

Though I’m sure there’s

Scraping

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Asking to come in

Or better yet

Inviting me

For company

To go out

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C L Couch

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Photo by dorota dylka on Unsplash

Blossom

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Practical Lack of Magic

(x = space)

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Practical Lack of Magic

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I am tired

With a blanket ‘round me

Wishing for

Some writing

That would serve

The quiet, sobbing Earth

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The moon

And Mars

That shake for prospects,

Having heard

That we are coming

With agendas

And mechanical persistence

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The moon’s already scarred

Not that we

Shouldn’t go

But have a care

At least

For places that so far

Have gone untouched

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Mystery

Romance of the unknown

Once resolved,

What we will see

When look up

Is practical

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Photo by Forest Katsch on Unsplash

South Padre Island, TX, USA

Starship SN8 lifts off from SpaceX’s South Texas facility in Cameron County.

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