Carol Toebe Whiting Poems

Fortune or fate
Bailout or bait

New rules
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Having tasted flesh
Can’t quite mesh
The holy sound
Of spirit found
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Take a bow
And be here now
Watch the Dow
As Holy Cow
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This could be your lucky day
Beyond common gambler’s play
Countless prayers to nameless gods
One in a million beat the odds
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Let freedom ring
It’s a mental thing
Take liberty
With equability
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What motivates beyond duty’s call?
Hubris, fear or something more banal?
Alpha leader seeking true belief?
Sheer survival, abstract relief?
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Keep hope alive
Despite despairs drive
To the abyss
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Recognize the ritual
In everything we do
Mindless habitual
Becomes something new
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Blame it on the stars
Blame it on the sea
Blame it on conjunctions
Just don't blame it on me
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