Some Distant Space

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Close eyes and breathe

deep into distant perception

Retrieve those gifts planted

at conception

Mine the precious from the quarry

Prepare to make doubters worry

Sending your senses as retrievers

Rebuild the self, make believers

No one can read past the cover

as your small world will discover

X-rays can’t tell what’s at your core

All in one’s hands to show what’s in store

Notorious

Girls can’t get along, women gossip more than men, never work for a women; just some notorious lies.

Some truths:  men in a group will flex to see who is alpha, visit a barbershop to hear hot topics; the best most vicious chat ever.  Ask female employees at FOX Television how they feel about their ever so masculine bosses.

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Swarm on Your Body

“No, I’m not one’s wife.but …oh, I love my life!”

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Video gif courtesy of desinema.com

Bugged eyed creatures, hungry for the prize

offer easy meetings in their hives

Teasing and prancing antennae sending signals

on the lookout, in a frenzy as they mingle

Swarm on your body with alien limbs

poisoning all of you with access within

Eyes now sorry can’t see deeper than skin

where’s the repellent to protect from this sin

Carcass dry, lost splendor and trappings

mesmerized prey lays stripped of all wrappings

Parlay and Let It Ride

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Photo of Evan Spiegel creator of Snapchat

 Parlay and Let It Ride

no gamble when keeping self counsel

know your worth, observed, not pride

be both black and red on a carousel

build strategy, fiercely shield cards, mask that

poker face

show your hand, once they show theirs

win believers all over the place

Quicken a Tanka

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Quicken

Hasten tempo’s beat

coax tap stimulate neurons

 sound wars under palms 

affinity through taut skin

quicken rhythm hypnotise

 

 

Center Yourself

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Center yourself, breathe

reach out to ancestors for strength

new history,  you can’t believe

has one at rope’s length

Center yourself, pray

archangels stand readily armed

call on power of The One Creator

so no nation may be harmed

Center yourself, believe

 ideals in parchment and stone

cherished by the multitude 

who call this nation home

Center yourself, laugh

see humor in argument

gasping tears into wet drawers

best medicine for turbulent 

Hand Jive: Rhythmic Playtime

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                                                                         Hand jive

took patty cake to the box outside,

bones focused on agreed precision

Kick, open, side to side,

Hand jive

Eye contact key to  artistry,

Rhyme breathes rhythm alive with limbs

A living game of poetry,

Hand jive

rhythmic playtime with recess friends,

audience judges, waiting next

miss a beat, begin again.