Plied Position of Unerring... Seemingly Always Right

Reflect Upon Her Position In Poetry,
Write A Real Sonnet, pilgrim,



i did not mean to be so loose of tongue,
so bold in all i loosely told in my smut so smug, so overly sold.



i did not mean, pligrim, to traduce. i apologize, i offer no excuse:
but, poet, though you have right to scold



it was highsouled you who made my mouth hold
what it held and tell what it told. a truce,no, let’s call it an honor.



mine is apt, as far as long sentences go:
my vice in your verse will tempt others to try



and sing: readers,
lovers forever rapt and about to sweetly sigh: paradise!



thank you, poet, for keeping me alive.

Some Fell Out Of Favor

This post is for everyone that has been dying to see state portraits of Maoist Generals who have fallen from grace and thus been "disappeared" from the official museums and history books.
Or for anyone who likes strange painting of Chinese military men on horses with flowers and rainbows.

REFLECTION : Living Without Your "Sorry"

_Dogs must find a place to shit, but finches don't share that concern._

Dogs have been broken, they sleep at the foot of the bed and depend upon the hand of the Master for food.

The birds live freely and are never told by their neighbors what is appropriate behavior.

The price could be starvation, but it is of their own doing.

This stability being sold by so many today carries too high a price for those who can count the number of liberties surrendered.