This is a work in progress - discussion is welcome:
Life is a busy dance
Life is a game of chance
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The silver two-mouthed shark
Swimming through the air
Sucking it up in it’s two huge mouths
And spewing out heat and other defilement
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The ocean, the sea,
The lake, the waters,
black, wine-dark,
grey, green, blue.
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The pink-blue sky
With the grey-blue buildings
And windows all in pink
With the jet-streams flying
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Writing poetry is like sex
Specially for us impotents
We get the rush without
The vexing toil of hand or body.
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I stand still
while movement is all round me.
I stand still at the margin of life
with so little time
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The rhythm is pretty good, don't you think? My wife doesn't like it.
So here’s to Ruth and Fred,
They have all the luck.
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I don’t fix houses,
Or make blouses.
I’m not good at making music
Nor do I take pictures.
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What is this thing called Life?
Life is between the ears.
Not much of anything
But getting old
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