Stewart McKenzie Poems

I miss the nitty gritty of the city
Hard to pinpoint precisely what
People walking
People talking
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The willow has a willing leaf
First to spring, last to fall
Pale green along the streams
Weeping over water
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City cousin to country cousin on seeing a molehill for the first time: 'What's that? '
Country Cousin: 'An umpty tump'.
City cousin: 'What's an umpty tump? '
Country cousin: 'A tump that the umpty makes.'
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Sympathize
Empathize
Emphasize
Fantasize
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There are two things I know about fingernails
They grow at the speed of drifting continents
They grow after death
Dust to dust
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A young Buddhist monk asked an enlightened Zen Master to describe the path to enlightenment.

“Well”
Said the Zen Master
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An Ecumenical Heresy

I am the Moshiach
I am the Second Coming
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I read a story once about a prince who lived in a beautiful garden, happy and at peace. There came a time when disaster threatened. A great mob of hungry people advanced across the land, destroying everything in their path like a horde of locusts.

One day the prince saw the horde from his garden, a black cloud on the horizon creeping slowly towards him. A dark wave of calamity.
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Sex with all its courtships and arousals
Pretensions and peculiarities
A parent’s patient fierce protection of a child
Even the quarrel about abortion
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Reality appears
A lumpy polyshape
Misty waves of probability
Vibrating in N space
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