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 Next sunrise, there he was

Bending through the morning wafts

Of breezes scullying through

Fronds of banana and papaya

Plants stationed to his garden

Over seconds he would speak

We meet again like new clouds

Mapping an unburdened sky

No coincidence of mine more like

A universe hurl of broken planets

Then suddenly like a mountain sweet

As petrichor after the rain

He says in the most tender way

Let's be friends

I felt like a rocket launched

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Meeting the Bar: Lens of Synesthesia 

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Chicken, having not met a giant before

was in awe

She didn't understand what was standing before her

A holy fear welled up inside her

Look at his size

Look at his socks

Look at his horns

No no no

He is not to be trusted

Not a feather on his body only fur

He is not to be trusted

Here she was feeling broken

Here was chicken all alone

Having been left behind

By those who should have cared

Here was chicken unarmed

In the face of a giant

Not a rifle 

Not a stick

Not a dagger

Chicken was left to her inner source

Her faith

Her hope

Her tears

She quickly realized

She had to survive in the face of this giant

She honed into her inner source

And there she found ways

And survive she did

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[image courtesy, dVerse Poetry Pub]

 Consider Icarus

Humility will always steer you right

Excessive pride is expensive

Even at the cost of life

Consider Icarus warned

Consider Icarus in excessive mode

Consider Icarus wings melted to death

Overwhelmed he flew too high

Overwhelmed he got too close to the sun

Consider Icarus warned

Consider Icarus in excessive mode

Humility will always steer you right

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 This Apple

Honestly, if i eat this apple,

My love will appear right here,

In front of me;

Like syrup of maple,

Our kisses can span the rigors of time,

Like clouds under azure sky

Like ripples over ocean skin

Live Anthony and Cleopatra

Honestly! Honestly!

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[painting courtesy dVerse Poetry ]

Picasso On The Beach

Pablo and Olga k- i -s -s- i -n -g

On the sandy beach

They are not even seeing

The child within reach

Sun up and sun hot

Driftwood and care

These adults augnt not

To act without fear

When then the boy asks

If they were playing tag

They chose somehow to mask

The kiss with a zig and a zag

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At the beach with Picasso

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[Sunrise by Monet from Google]

And The Sunrise Was Good

Each sunrise magic of sky

Unfolds hope in newness

Licsence to create what

Yesterday never had even

If routine set the pace of

Dark night passed on

Sunrise is expected and mundane

Yet awesome in all its ways

The calling out again and again

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...the sun'ii come up...

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