Archive for July, 2019

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Shocked and appalled at the state of our yard,

old Nelly would be spinning in her grave,

if she hadn’t been cremated.

 

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Perfidy_ Flowers & Knife

I’m breathing

and I’m living,

not exactly as expected,

or hoped,

perhaps.

Nonetheless…

Twists and turns of life,

of knives in back,

after all,

will screw with potential,

dreams,

and glasses half full.

People

and perfidy.

Do you really want to know

what the future holds?

 

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Luna Eclipse (Novosti Murmanskoy Oblasti.Ru)

We find the eclipse appealing,

fascinating:

reminding us of our own situation.

 

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Apollo 11 Re-Entry

So,

you dream,

you think,

you aspire.

Alas,

it’s the return to Earth

that’s the killer.

 

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Żyd wieczny tułacz

The decadence of everyday existence.

Horrors of war and banality.

Every day tragedy

(to which we are consigned) …

 

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Kolkhoz, Zima

Dead cows,

unnatural selection,

live long in memory.

Cats eat, caress

and breed.

The good ones, feral and bright

carefully bury their shit,

clawing even frozen ground.

 

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1459

With cynical pessimism,

pervading futility

and innate despair,

I embark on each new day…

Gloomily.

Reluctantly.

Somehow, however,

deep within, I feel,

miraculously,

things, ultimately,

will be okay.

 

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Clouds (Ruthenium-106 article)

Mama,

are there clouds

in Byalistok?

 

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Pissant (Formica rufa)

Pray about it!

Sure, OK,

but I resent my sacred prayers

being devoted to

pissants.

 

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7.09 (1425)

To be a part of the constellation of life,

sometimes,

is enough.

Enlightenment,

and a touch.

 

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