Guiltily guiltily think
the thoughts are soon what stink
the mind is like
a rusty trike
with pedals out of sync

Victory victory now
there isn't a method how
the present is
the place we live
what's now we must allow

this subtle trickery lie
to think we must comply
the truth is one
the nose will run
a lie we must defy

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a boy on the shore
traumatized by an evening sight
of the swellings, looming and ugly
--stupified by the scene
of a thousand giants menacing
waving their welcome to the abyss
which rose and dove as hades
with routine desolation

twisted above
in the swirling cloudy height,
a monstrous face
on an approaching night,
its madcap roar
ordered the dark behemoths below,
in sync with t...

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a shaved head, I grind,
eyes jabbed blind
the unseen, still perceive
so fly to hold the blood-stained tree
for I've no recourse bearing me to cope
because I have been reckoned as already dead
and seek the resurrection bread
of the empty vault, but presently ahead
even if the word doesn't rhyme in time
or in my benighted mind
I cannot continue the same
--for 'son' is in my name
for...

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did you ever contemplate
heatwaves dancing on a horizon(?)
isn't it tremendous that empty can seem full(?)
a firm capture, but much more
flows through a distracted imagination,
turbulent, but TNT -- here goes---

boom shack-a-lack a - flitter, flutter, fuzz--
to eliminate rubbish and open my reception
for the perception of a maple tree
blends harmony with beauty, gorgeous
ooh-la-la...

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The mind asked
the hands
--what are you writing?
but the hands simply
kept on typing,

the hands thought to themselves
--if we stop, the screen
merely remains empty,

so the distracted mind
overlooked the hands
as they continued clicking away--

their intention was,
--if we just carry on pressing the keys, even
though the mind shuffles behind,
something may begin to form

t...

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the days shorten as dark umbra extend,
foretelling the struggle of a bitter end

summer waning wearing away,
Halloween ghouls come out to play

molting trees shedding crimson leaves,
cornstalk scarecrows are perches for thieves

crushed pumpkins cover a killing field,
blood-stained Earth must be healed

fleeing fowl flit their feathered escape
ahead of the north wind's howling ga...

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coffee & windows rolled down, taking in
the smell of road-apples on steaming asphalt
while the sun declares its freedom to bake
my lobster-red arm
feels fine to flow at 65
over the pitted zigzagging Amish trails
shunning the black buggies from the 18th century-

I think, 'it's all about choices' but
is that true? --I tune the station to seek
the smooth stuff to sway my ducking
& we...

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the sparkle of the sun on the water's surface
the hazy spot in the distance is a ship
fat seagulls ha-ha-ha and scream patrolling the shore
there is a faint fishy scent on the intermittent breezes

scavengers aren't scared of me strolling down the beach
they approach skittishly, eying me for a handout
I carry nothing to give them
yet happily abundant

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alone, walking by
ants gnawing a scorpion
heart of the desert

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raven hair flips airily across
a face with gray-green eyes
they tell a story of hardship & loss,
aged early from tearful cries

your beauty calls me with your pain
I ache for your touch to share
your every feature, a mystic chain
with a hidden longing, stare

even Eros can not report your image,
he would consume the world in flame
beyond a merely physical appearance,
you put vulg...

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tired jeans crumpled on the floor
simple in thread-bare wrinkles
fading blue an old man's mind
washed-up rebel forgot the cause
the rut of a conformed statement
cloned working-class uniform,
but just culture to put on
bagged fit, absorb the whole body
soften the pretentious air,
or relaxed fakes out the fat
or tight to bulb the bubbles
or straight to band the boots
or belled to fa...

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reason vaporizes
like a spring frost,
and we must find accounts
within,

but if we do a deliberate search
for the dense Forget-me-not,
its purple presence
shows us

see ten-thousand suns staring up
from verdant grass-
hazard a gatherer's angry buzz,

--pick one
its scent powders your nose
with stardust
sharp as a lion's tooth

the bouquet of our beginnings
cracks us up wit...

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    rambling through
        took a walk
         surprised by the sight
         of ancient mossy forests tangled
          with hotly-contested questions
          as to where the path began
           or ended, or diverged, or
           whether there was a path,
          and if it has a gender, or
          if gender was merely
         a social construct without
         any ...

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Spring fluffs fall like snow
"all is lost; our end is mud"
but wake up a tree

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Partied like a rock star,
and became a rolling stone--
wandering a dusty road
my mouth dry as a bone
Jose Cuervo at Lake Havesu
catch a frisbee after hitting the bong,
but nowhere to go, is this freedom?
neck strain, sleeping in the back seat,
must stretch the food stamps
so, fill up and run at a gas station
look for the next party
give plasma for a dime bag
suck the beer keg empt...

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spoke out-loud my longing;
please let me see--
then sharpened my eyes to observe
below the cloaked surface,

a thing so undervalued captured my attention
take, for instance, the average forest tree
stretching up of many, uncounted - able to touch
the blue sky, taken for granted by familiar eyes,
but I saw it there in its rooted place,
unique-- that one,

it's true, just one of man...

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love for life
on seas of strife
lighthouse of the soul

walk today
minding the light
as our daily goal

the light shines
through grateful minds
entering made whole

its presence
from us to see
lighthouse of the soul

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no wintry night beats
and rattles my windowpane
like Marley's ghost

the freezing gusts, too, are a farce,
so is the unlawful snow

the Spring is just concealed
a bit short of here;
I know
buds begin swelling
though carpeted with ice
to delay

© Brian Hodgkinson Jr. (aka) Limericist 2021

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Winter weeping must now let go
its bitter grip of ice and snow;
frost-bitten trees burst out in leaf,
and soon forget their latest grief.
The sun breaks through to heat the earth,
gives mass-explosion of green birth,
the land throws off its captive's hold,
so earth perfumes can now grow bold.

Let go of all the former things;
a bumblebee twice never stings
and change is sure, as certain...

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hourglass years erode our dust whirling into rottenness
when spirits learn to trust, they're armored whole with righteousness
attend the suffering hearts, seeking, we are not alone
childlike, our simplicity, until our hearts turned to stone
drifted by our wastefulness, a reason for us to mourn
the heart is remade by trust, yet still, so much needs reborn
true, the angel conflict won that cer...

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Waked, stumbling to step on stone feet -lame
setting down my somewhat rotund frame
with a madcap mind-state -unready
Espresso frothing- wells up steady

Yet, my office is crypt-like, dour --so ...
switching on the room light, then oh no
*Flash-pop* --then it's dark again, ack &$%#
Run to the shed, forage, jogging back
a new bulb, screw out the flop, creaking
fingers fumble, turn -scrapin...

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feathered fuchsia tree
fuzzy seeds, float freely, fall–
mission: flower tree

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without the hand of God to guide our way
we fall into despair and misery
and even though we may have lost our way
we'll see that God will hear us when we pray

if we think we haven't anything to say
and you feel there must be a safer way
if now is the chance for a sweeter day
then why not ask in secret anyway?

© Brian Hodgkinson Jr. (aka) Limericist 2021

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Waikiki beach, near the pacific's roar
spear fished the inky night but close to shore
for now and then, a warning shout of shark
we scrambled back to sand with trembling heart

before the scare, our bags were full of fish
we planned to fabricate a wooden dish
from dry wood, we found washed up on the beach
a fire, lit, with Hawaiians there to teach

our friends used old coconuts for their...

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ghosts lurk around those crosses
there's a couple on Kinsman, you know
tucked in the roadside littered weeds
black craters of stolen memories
strewn with sooty plastic flowers
smeared with bygone tears
broken down old scarecrows
faded to the reckless speeders
that pass

like the one that stands
just below the dog-leg turn
off old 608 south, imagine
the anguish, the laments of loss,
t...

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one rock is all I hold, one moment, home
the eagle swoops to loot and grabs its food
the seeker wakes, attentive to her flight
its eyes ignore ahead and what's behind

the eagle sees to hunt throughout one day
tomorrow never comes --there is one day
as birds float by, the past to distant lands
like her, I clasp this crag with cogent hands

© Brian Hodgkinson Jr. (aka) Limericist 200...

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there is a seat I mark my happy place
and ever I can use this throne of poise
much like the stool inside my reading room
but rather know this chair is like a broom

a broom, how can one rest upon a broom?
for surely, I  must jest to say a broom
a tale of witches clearly does explain
for witches seat a broom much like a plane

my happy place is not an earthly space
but rather see it as a...

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