Riitta Gyllenbogel Poems

did you, or did you not,
choose yourself which fights to pick?
all fault is your own
try at least to be wise
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wait wait wait,
must not go must not
this way that way
there you have it! is not
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waiting waiting to be waited on
will not wait for me for my neurons
thought processes to process the subject at hand
all waiting is done in the yesterday's
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dealing in deals undealt with
deciding fate with unerring inaccuracy
must be joking
who are you to decide
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mother of all beings
is death the destroyer of worlds
waiting in the wings
with the news that she brings
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filled with testosterone
spring hormone
in growling prowling search
for the female of the species feline
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softly spoken words
and silence that surrounds them
each breath taken
the miracle of life
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sweet and gentle
like a child
slaughtering his best friend's soldiers
onwards men ever onwards!
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lost in the praxis of pragmatics
impractical practicalities
swimming in the syntax of the implied
sinfully bad grammar.
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me? no.
not an option
of optional occupations
is not
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