Focus (one)

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“You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus”
Mark Twain

Focus

“Focus”
She cried out loud

“Just zoom in, and focus!”

In front of them, an odd vision
Like some kind of a blurry apparition
It was soft, round and yellow
Like some hound from the old hell-o
The two snappers
Standing scared of their crappers

“Did you get it on film?”
She whispered

“Sure did!”
Her companion whispered back
“Now, let’s get the heck out of here
Before that thing comes after us!”

Mundane Mondays two

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“There is no mundane dimension really,
if you have the eyes to see it, it is all transcendental.”
― Terence McKenna

Mundane Mondays

Structure, Architecture, Logic… Enter Human!

Mundane Mondays one

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“There is no mundane dimension really,
if you have the eyes to see it, it is all transcendental.”
― Terence McKenna

Mundane Mondays

Structure break down
In this small town
A human form
Would be the norm
In the cold concrete suburbia

Lazy Days

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“What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer,
the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months,
and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade”
Gertrude Jekyll

Lazy Days

Sunshine and lazy days
Warmth resting, on my face
Time going, at a slower pace
Hoping, summer, forever stays

Even, if it’s just a window view
Or a perfect image, someone drew
Still, this picture, may just come true
And then, I’ll wear my summer shoes

What, is Poetry?

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“Poetry is just the evidence of life.
If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
― Leonard Cohen

What, is Poetry?

What, is poetry?
A bird singing in the trees
A child playing in the streets
A loved one being seen

What, is poetry?
Rain fall, on a summer’s day
A relative, who came to stay
A new kitten, hard at play

What, is poetry?
A new shiny handbag
A day of feeling sad
Good company, in your tiny flat

What, is poetry?
A shadow on the wall at night
A choice to leave from a fight
Someone’s whisper, of a word of kind

What, is poetry?
A fading memory, making you smile
An old song, making you want to jive
A co-worker, giving you a high five

What, is poetry?
A beautiful display, outside the window
A messy hair, where the wind blows
Success, when you finally learnt to sow

What, is poetry?
Simply life,
With a touch of strife
And whether you choose, to smile

Order (six)

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“Chaos is merely order waiting to be deciphered.”
― José Saramago

Order (TDP)

Did you order a seat in the Sun or Shadow?

“Welcome Madam
My name is Adam
I will be your host
For this evening most
Did you want to place your order?
Maybe sit on the sunny side
Or the shadows now taller?
What ever you choose
There is no way you lose
Be your order
Tall or shorter”

Order (five)

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“Chaos is merely order waiting to be deciphered.”
― José Saramago

Order (TDP)

Pipes are Piping, in Order

When the pipes are piping
The tears are a wiping
There is no room for fighting
Just the orderly sound
Of those pipes a piping

Order (three)

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“Chaos is merely order waiting to be deciphered.”
― José Saramago

Order (TDP)

One Size Fits: Order Now!

“One size fits all!
Order now and go to the ball!”

The ad kept on repeating
My shoe desire re-heating

Boiling,
Thinking myself spoiling
Finally
And quite decidedly:

“What do I have to lose?

For when in Greece,
Enjoy the streets
In a nice pair
Of new leather shoes

Order (four)

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“Chaos is merely order waiting to be deciphered.”
― José Saramago

Order (TDP)

Order Upstairs, Chaos Downstairs

Upstairs, downstairs
Each having their own share
Of order and chaos
Joy and pathos

But when the sun shines
No one, inside hides
All of the neighbours
Soon, outside will pour

Order (two)

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“Chaos is merely order waiting to be deciphered.”
― José Saramago

Order (TDP)

In Orderly Fashion

Like a choo-choo train
Crawling in orderly fashion on the lane
Nope, this is not Spain
And it did not even rain
It’s just a regular traffic jam
With all the vehicles tightly crammed
Even at this hour
There is no turning sour
Just set your gear to slow
And enjoy this colourful metallic show