There's typo goblin up to tricks,
Hidden words it sneaks and picks;
It lurks within a sweet sonnet,
and gobbles up an alphabet.
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I am learning meditation,
to calm body, breath and mind;
I sit in quiet contemplation,
to seek peace that's hard to find.
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When promises crumble like pie crust,
When sweet nothings sink like dough;
When the sick, stale stench of distrust,
begins to spread and grow.
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Santa, busy at his workshop,
prepared for the next year;
When a little child walked in,
and asked in sweet, good cheer...
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The human mind is strange, complex,
If you really pause to think;
It can torment, torture, vex,
and push you to the edge, the brink.
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Who chased the sun-boy from his place?
Whyever not does he appear?
Who wiped the blue from sky-girl's face,
and draped her such grey austere?
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A luxury quite pure, divine,
a languid afternoon nap;
Nothing can compare with mine,
as I don my siesta cap...
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A woven veil, of fine gauze mist,
Spun cotton clouds, a dress of lace;
Peach plum lips, wait to be kissed,
Flower buds frame, her smiling face.
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"Cheer-up! Cheer-up! " chirps my sparrow,
hopping on my window sill;
She takes the path, straight and narrow,
peering at me through iron grill.
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Marigolds heaped in joyous confusion,
Scattered fern like fine green lace;
White Champa piled in fine profusion,
like baskets brimming... icing glace.
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