TACIT truths still sing and
WRING every drop of glory that
DWELLs in this world
TODAY.
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ludic verbosity for the win
TACIT truths still sing and
WRING every drop of glory that
DWELLs in this world
TODAY.
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TODAY, DWELL, WRING, TACIT
SHUSH, please don’t
SHARE the fact that
SOLAR power is, in many countries, unreliable; such knowledge
QUELLS – and quakes – the heart of your average Greenie.
[The problem with having SOLAR amongst the words; brings out the political…The title is a play on a line from a beer ad: ‘What’s wrong mate?’ – ‘I don’t like beer anymore…’]
SOLAR reveal, crime’s partial relief. Light of day
QUELLs misdeeds which under night’s mantle flourish.
SHUSH and shadow transfer from column coveted to column seized.
SHARE? When eyes are watching. Steal? When no gaze is sensed.
SOLAR, QUELL, SHUSH, SHARE
GOODY Mildred feeds the pigeons in the park,
SHAKY legs and rheumy eyes recede as she cares for creatures.
BITTY biddy is how some see her, sometimes I,
DIMLY viewing pigeon support. Yet I, too, must tune out aggravation through care.
DIMLY seen through the smoke,
SHAKY on its legs, the old jukebox plays an oldie but a
GOODY on repeat in a little
BITTY dive bar in the middle of nowhere.
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GOODY, SHAKY, BITTY, DIMLY
ZESTY ice-cream on a
STICK is
GIVEN the once-over by the
GOODY two-shoes child, rejected.