Nonsense

The
DEUCE! My once perfectly-structured
CHEST has grown, or rather my tum; I cannot get my
PARKA on. My wife, she says I am a foodie
BEAST, a bottom-feeding sluicer-upperer, a garden
SHRUB that spreads beyond its designated space, a
SPINY anteater of a man, sucking up everything on my plate.
NOISY! She says, as I eat, holding her ears. My  
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Faith in Spring to Come

CHEST of red the robin puffs, perched on twig in
SHRUB on day when snow is gone, yet air is hardly warmed by sun.
CREDO of chirps, profession of tweets, faith-song for spring to come.
BELOW the heavens, below heaven, creation sings for history to flow.

Short Term Gains

DEUCE of a situation. String pullers, mid-life or older, feed the
BEAST of populace, the roiling mass, to extract gain.
NOISY mob on one side, power and wealth come out the other.
YOUNG will eventually live in the ashes left over. But that will be their business.