drew
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supernatural
super natural
decimal 32, hex 20
infinite distance measurement
joined it separates
divided it unifies
reconciling relativity
at least for me
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drew
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Bent
I bent a paper clip.
It was not my intention
To change the meaning of the thing,
To make a Calder or a Haring
An Escher or a Crick…
But the more I look at it,
It was a real neat trick.
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drew
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Lenses
I wear glasses on my face
to bend the light just right.
I wear them every single day
and take them off at night.
Rarely do I see them
or think they let me see
as my frame of reference
blends with periferee.
But changes in prescription
resolve both tree and leaves
and changes in my focal depth
make my lenses clear to me.
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drew
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Couples counseling
Become a tissue box
You will be close to perfect
Then play nice and love
(no copay, haiku)
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drew
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“It is hard to choose the easy way.”
“And easy to choose the hard way.”
The wisdom of youth so exchanged
one to another,
brother to brother.
One hard fought by each
and together
both parts found
and then distilled
the truth profound.
The revelation summarized
is thine,
And tears of joy and pride
are mine.
I marked the lesson
mapping the milepost of truth
for later.
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wolfranch1
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Several twenty years or so
The thought slipped in the blue
a cosmic picnic or cafe
with Richard’s jolly hue
Would it be twighlight on the lawn
or catered white affair?
There is no guessing, one thing’s sure
there’s magic in the air
Dimensions nigh are joining
in the revelry its true
Their jealously of circumstance
of cookies, cakes and happenstance
of pixies’ lighting in the trees…!
oh my oh me, oh could it be
I’m sure it must
I must run quick
A train
A plane!
without the gauges
or the wings
That
would
be
the
neatest
trick
(really bad post-bicycle poetry…..)
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 wolfranch1. Reason: bad bicycle poetry category if more threaten to develop
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drew
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I like your poem, Dianne! I hope you write more of them.
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wolfranch1
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Really Bad Bicycle Poem v2.0
Ode to a Blue Sky Day
Western Pacific Ocean of Sky
Sparking breakers beckon me nigh
‘oer the crest of a balmy wave, could I spy
the beauty life’s little illusions belie
For down here all life both far and away
Drift slowly in currents and tides of day
So slow in this tank, this ocean so blue
Of seaweed and kelp and some weird fishies too!
Just Tim and his bike, spare parts and his hat
Neat little parts all tucked this way and that.
Organisation and neatness are key
to financial success in this timespace, you see
A wheeled trawler through oceans so blue
Adventures awaited a pathway so new!
Tim and his bike, his orderly pack
Lit into the forest, a pretty quick tac.
Gazing up at the breakers of sky oh so blue
and took a deep breath to remember it’s hue.
The smell of the pine and the birdies so fair
helped Tim remember why he had come there
Off throught the reefs his bike and his keys
Through valley and coral and current and seas
O’re trail past squirrels and cougars and such
this deep ocean….this land that he loves so much
Over vertical hills as the sun smiled down
“Just one last bend then I’ll turn around.”
Fathoms and length of miles did he make
he bemused on the top of the hill ‘ore the lake
Then high on that hill the tube it went flat
He couldn’t believe it “just look where I’m at!”
The middle of nowhere, a stream running through
Whatever was our poor Tim going to do!
The vast landscape stood gaping, his head cocked askew
To this impossible vision he was stuck
like
glue.
(to be continued…until I get thrown out of the thread!)
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wolfranch1
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ps if you don’t like my poem i’ll just
blame
drew!
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Deb
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No cliffhanger – you must continue – I want to know what Tim does next! 
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drew
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Tim has some self-reliant skills, I’m interested to know more. I agree Deb, the first ever poetic cliffhanger must be resolved.
Dianne has skills too! fly, fly, fly!
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Deb
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Oh dear Tim, what will he do?
Middle of nowhere, with stream running through?
Will he make good with spare parts and his hat?
Working away fixing this, fixing that?
Or will he transcend broken tyre, every bend
Decide that, in fact, there is nothing to mend
Perhaps have a vision, a voice from on high
Telling our Tim just to sprout wings and fly!
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 Deb.
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glenice hopes
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Very clever you lot. I just had a good laugh. Deb, that was lovely of you to give it and ending, but its too soon. Come on Dianne – more please and then Deb or Drew can add to it. G
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wolfranch1
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 Thanks, I needed that really good laugh. Could become a quite long epic. Bike ride inspires the downloads! Here comes the next bit….Tim’s coming right back in a couple of hours, I really need to get the kinks out for now…….Back in a few………..
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wolfranch1
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Good one, Deb! Very close you are! ……I think? for it is writing….itself!
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Really Bad Bicycle Poem v2.0
Ode to a Blue Sky Day
Part 2 (continued) requires gently plucked violin strings in discordant key and watercolor sketches)
Finwakes of fathoms of coral and scree
‘tween Tim and the car in the deep blue sea
Fon jelblastig setted and Tim and his hat
saw galumphic black clouds getted this way! now that!
His brain malfunctioned he knew he was through
It would take a miracle to outrun this brew!
He fretted and stamped and walked this way and that
Kicking dust in the air on his cool shiny hat
High ‘ore head as the Heron flew back
a hundred blue feathers on Tim’s no longer neat little pack
Cutting so fast through the air wing and feather
“They fly in that form just ‘afore foul weather!”
Graceful blue blades shirling and twirling
as the sprinkling sprankling starlight unfurling
Like a blue top aspinning atop Davy’s chest
on Tim’s spandex, and hat, there they slid to a rest
Widgets, and jobbeldy-sprinkets astrewn
on his shirt on a trail underneath a full moon
None of them fit the poor part part that lay dead
And Tim’s life held now on to a tenous thread
Strange sounds began peering out through the wood
Poor Tim tried to run if only he could!
The stormy night’s demons set Tim afright
and the gales foretold of the foreboding night.
Took he to the night a creature of stone
Leaping ’round quick! thought…….”I’m not alone!”
So deeply inland, poor thing out of place
Hopped a lone creature RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS SPACE!
No fear in it’s eye’s………it twisted it’s head
to the side, as Tim stood still as anyone dead.
After careful regard to the parts strewn ’round
In a cynical way, “Looks like you’ve run aground!!”
Right out of the bushes said the gull from the blue,
“It was you called me here and you haven’t a clue.
And just where were you going? Your bike and your hat?”
Tim cried, “You cannnot be real, I say, there now, stay back!”
Panic set in and Tim knew he was through
Cried “REI says hypothermia can do this to you!”
Wrong on both counts!!, shot right into Tim’s head
for he was not singing the usual thread
His thoughts were Tim’s own! every word! a sedition!
Emitted this
…pestly
….avian
…APPARITION!
(to be cont. until I am thrown out of the thread )
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