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The Process Of Freedom: Quatrain

THE PROCESS OF FREEDOM

Which are the thoughts that free you?
And which are those imprisoning you?
Which ones devour your waking hours?
And which new ones are you eating?

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The germ for this can be found at Freedom – A Condition Of The Human heart.

Borderline: Senryu

BORDERLINE

What is this border
Between your dream and real life
But a real life dream?

All Together Now: Senryu

ALL TOGETHER NOW

There’d be no rainbow
Except for all the colours
Sharing its beauty

Only For You

ONLY FOR YOU

Do not bewail your fate at crossroads
Nor shirk the choice of either/or
But singing both/and search for the lost notes
The key to pick is neither/nor

Let us pray for the seasick sailor
Stormswept, becalmed upon the sea
The hero’s bold venture doomed to failure
As Jonah also tried to flee

Uncertainty made him a dancer
Who once had been so far from shore
And no single key can be the answer
Just as no road can be a door

The crossroads never have a signpost
The ship that sinks will reach no quay
The road is dark – devils take the hindmost
And Know Where is it plain to see

I do not write to give directions
The distance or the trials in store
These are the milestones of my acceptance
And they pretend to be no more

Current Paradigm: Senryu

CURRENT PARADIGM

Fancy guesswork and
Unfounded affirmation
Reinforce blindness

It Seems

IT SEEMS

Life is good
It seems
But not all the time

And so we try to pick and choose

Life is bad
It seems
But not all the time

And so we try to pick and choose

What life is
It seems
Is a mixture of the above

We may wish to pick and choose

But the choice
It seems
Is not always ours to make

Some wishes, some choices
It seems
Have been stolen from us

Time is the acknowledged thief
It seems
But no arrest is expected

In the foreseeable future

Banishing Pandemonium

BANISHING PANDEMONIUM

She ordered her various selves
To quieten down, line up and let
Each one take its turn at the mic
While the others listened politely

The Dear Departed

THE DEAR DEPARTED

His mother one day
Handed in her jewellery
At the manager’s office
And stopped eating
Unspoken words
Were presumably
Enough is enough

Acting Out: Four By Six

ACTING OUT

I look all around me
Even in the mirror
All I see are puppets
Who is it pulls the strings?

Once Upon A Time In A Land Far Away …

ONCE UPON A TIME IN A LAND FAR AWAY …

After weeks of television news overdose
Don Peyote with faithful Pancho Sandoz
In basin helmet and dustbin lid cuirass
Sallies forth to tilt at windmills, sweet ass

Honey drips clogging his mental apparatus
Preventing his realising common practice
Of this era is for fictional works to make
Some pretence of being factual, like a snake

Slithering away leaving any truth to shrivel
And viewers swallowing contradictory drivel
Headless chickens with all their plugs pulled
Poor bewildered boomers waiting to be culled

Corrine, Corrina, 12-bar country blues song
“Corrine, Corrina, where you been so long?”
“I’m worrying about you, baby,” hear me sing
“Come home, Corrina, or life don’t mean a thing”

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