Body and bread,
Sword and sheaf;
Stalk of muscle,
Blade of leaf;
Sweet or sour,
Baked or no;
It rises within us:
Tae Kwon Dough!
Body and bread,
Sword and sheaf;
Stalk of muscle,
Blade of leaf;
Sweet or sour,
Baked or no;
It rises within us:
Tae Kwon Dough!
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When I feel invisible
And that feeling makes me sad
I think of 5’11” African-American dads who play the viola, vote libertarian, and write poetry blogs
And I don’t feel so bad.
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I tuned my guitar
Then unplugged the beepy things.
What a quiet crowd…
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I was running with my dog
One Wednesday afternoon
When my puppy’s nose did spy
Malodorous raccoon.
Not the type to laugh at fate
My dog took up the chase.
Going zero to sixty in 3.2,
He should’ve won the race.
Alas, he turned a corner
Onto Lincoln Parkway South…
A german shepherd police dog
With radar gun in mouth!
I figured it was funny
Knowing the dog had snatched the gun
But funnier was how my pup
Went sixty to zero in 2.1
We got off with a growl,
The raccoon nowhere in sight.
I guess I should be grateful
That my puppy’s fur is white!
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Somewhere, there’s a Mexican wizard
Who can’t hear what people say.
I’ve heard he’s a deaf supremacist
And a member of the “Que? Que? Que?”
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One wonders whether weather
Wonders whether weather was
A wandering weather whither
else wandering thither just because.
But whether weather wanders
Hither, thither, or wherever
One’s wandering wonder weathers
Weather’s wonders well forever.
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I’ve read too much to enjoy reading,
Seen to many masterpieces to appreciate beauty.
I am inspired by only passions fleeting,
Never by oughts, my skill, my duty.
To know and love and worship and create
Guides the eye to their lover’s flawed face,
Opening pinholes to unfamiliar hate
That will never be known to those casually committed to their passions.
I will not chase or slay dragons.
I will not rescue or respect damsels.
I will enjoy every moment once
And never seek out or create its sequel.
I want to know love,
And I learn through unfamiliarity.
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I offered a homeless guy a place
To sleep under my roof.
He said to me, “I’m not a ceiling fan.”
Then to himself: “Lol, what a goof!”
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I like to play poker with drag queens
‘Cause whenever they draw an ace
You know right away
‘Cause you know what they say:
They struggle to keep a straight face.
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