JohnHenry Strathmann


Avoiding the rush,
Hold your high flush,
And sing in the dark!
What songs can you mark?

Just take out your pen;
Create your own Zen!
Your magic has spoken;
The spell has been broken.

Your luck is intact;
Your drive's not been hacked!
You've seen through the wool;
Your cup is half full!

You have new resistance,
To shield you, for instance
From unwanted sadness
Or unforeseen madness!

Your time has arrived;
You should be high-fived!

(john-henry 20191024)

Topic(s) of this poem: luck, magic, zen

Poem Submitted: Monday, October 28, 2019

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A game with no pieces!

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