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Hugely unusual: Seconds passed unused

Imagine my surprise finding Joyce just standing there without doing anything:

An eerily uncommon sight
a state ghostly, ignoble
like forgetting lines in stage fright
Joyce found herself immobile:

Once flustered face paling ashen
of all direction confused
never before been her fashion
to let seconds pass unused

Aptly portrays the frozen mime
of biblical ‘Ruth-to-salt’:
“Oh my G-d, this can’t be but I’m
turned to pillar by default!”

Most bitter pill to swallow
a solid day turned hollow …

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-Joyce = my wife
-Ruth = Lot’s wife who turned a pillar of salt (Genesis 19:26)

 

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Valiant heart

By day’s end our body yearns for rest
for the next morning’s rebound of zest

At night as our senses lose sway
swift images flow in streams
while faded away the next day
galloped madly in our dreams

While our valiant heart may know best
still pumps away at whose behest?

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Shall he ever get washed up on Reality Beach?

On fantasy’s waves
the Trumpwhale is splashing
with his pod of knaves
believing he’s dashing

When shall the Trumpwhale
get washed up, out of speech
muddied, in weak wail
on Reality’s Beach:

Cluelessly
gasping!
Crewlessly
grasping!

Let’s keep hoping, while prospects grim
as among sharks he learned to swim …

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Life’s true bestowment: The fleeting moment

Finally, at long last
done with my past unfolding
slammed the door shut, steadfast
without regret or scolding

For the wizened dawdler
is not life’s true bestowment
as for the rushed twaddler
peace of mind in the moment?

When focusing on a worthwhile current chore
we may find peace now & the next twenty-four

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twenty-four = 24 hours

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Brightly beckons integrity

With each & every breath
we are descending
the very stairs to death
for me impending

My erstwhile sensory clarity
in old age has begun shading
still beckons brightly integrity
while my mind & body fading

While integrity, that ever upright bouquet,
an aspiration that shall never wilt away

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Tap into sense of humor robust or find yourself gone bust!

Is your life barely OK
save for that odd celebration?
Wishing to live every day
in pulsating scintillation?

A robust sense of humor
is the sharp-edged lancet
that cuts out boredom’s tumor
So do cut loose, chance it!

Don’t languish in disquietude
just lighten up your attitude

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lancet = a small, extremely sharp bladed instrument used for surgery

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Guilty if not felt guilt

My sweet childhood culture
made me feel much guilt
vexed me like a vulture
daily, to the hilt

Got me uncertainty inbuilt
of something vaguely guilty
left me watch all self esteem wilt
down to limp fish gefilte

Such rearing brought me to adult life
where it’s causing awkwardness & strife

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gefilte fish = a limp, soft dish from grinding several species of fish

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Shall there always be time?

Sent to a friend encouraging her to get on with her painting:

Wonders she: what’s the big rush
what’s this your nagging plaint?
Won’t there always be a brush?
Won’t there always be paint?

Thus cheerfully we chime
by lingering lure:
There shall always be time!
But can one be sure?

Such hope may prove mere delusion
Don’t attempt another feint
and waste talent in confusion
Don’t tarry, get going paint!

Go ahead, show us your heart
do stare down your easel
allow us enjoy your art!
No more words of weasel!

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Innate bounce vs enhanced jounce

The bosom left untouched
delights utterly
While the one been retouched
may bulge udderly

Still produces rapture
in the gaping fool
held frozen in capture
with unseemly drool

Much rather than the jounce
of breasts enhanced unsightly
I laud the innate bounce
be it scant, that flows lightly