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Short Poem

Obligatory photo of shop kittie inspecting transformers while I try to get work done.

They say I’m too emotional
I’d best learn more forbying

For when I’ve wrote a sad li’l prose
I can not stop my crying!

I’ll read the words I just have wrote
my thoughts are there a-lighting!
It pulls me right into that page
I’m trapped by my own writing!

It’s like I’m there inside the page
I’m part of what was written.
And like a snake was hiding there
my heart got strangely bitten!

They say I’m too emotional
I’d best learn more forbying

But I myself would rather be
alive than live a dying!


Hell’s defeat: a short poem

Years ago I heard a tail,
of three great kings brought to fight hell.
Asked each he did, what threat they posed,
the first he mocked, the second disposed.

The third at last he asked again,
“what weapon have ye to end my reign?”
“Truth” quoth the third, as Hell shrunk back.
The others bowed, their voices cracked.

No greater weapon in life exists,
the light of Truth, every lie evicts.

–john nash