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Slammed, at last, the door on my Past!

My worn mind kept on churning
jaws clenched in face paling
ears & cheeks hotly burning
relived every failing

Aged humiliations amassed
kept The Now cruelly harassed

I could not bear in time left
to be held captive by The Past
Then, at last, found strength to heft
rebelled in too long suppressed blast!

Since having tamed The Past iniquitous
The Now been blossoming ubiquitous

 

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Loquacious logistics

“Then we went there
and that was so great
they liked my hair
and then we all ate!”

Spare me loquacious logistics
with silly shallow heuristics!

In boorish reporting
of meager meandering
while mixing exhorting
with transparent pandering

Mercy, don’t let this pass for life
rather send me strenuous strife!

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Memories stoked by pedal strokes

Memories glaringly stoke
turns the Past over as by plow
while seems every pedal stroke
distracts me away from The Now

Riding the bike ‘memory machine’
brings on wondrous recollection
as if shown on refulgent wide screen
in stern fiat retrospection

Whilst as long as rotate the wheels
my mixed Past unflinchingly squeals 8

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