The Disruptors

Posted on December 6, 2023 by sputterpub

Her personality was always huge –
she would have scared me but I have one too.
And of her three offspring, her centrifuge
released a kid who’s markedly askew
and difficult, diverging from the norm.
The atmosphere around their house is tense
at times – two characters on cusp of storm
in subjects that to others make no sense.

Familiar are their oddities to me.
I recommend that they consult each other,
and find an avenue that lets them be
themselves, but get along with dad and brother.
They have advantages I didn’t own –
I get them, and they neither are alone.

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Office Address

Posted on December 5, 2023 by sputterpub

A little left of center, just below
the Yerba Buena midpoint of the spans,
I spent most daylights many years ago,
careering accidentally for scores
of clients then referred to me to grow
their wages into wealth by using time
and tax deduction. Decades whiled so,
and then we moved our office and their plans
across this shot, Uptown, where buildings show.

(Magic 9)

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Small Things

Posted on December 4, 2023 by sputterpub

You know I like word origin, and wit.
I tend to read 200 years ago,
when writers strove to use appropriate
and careful language, often mixing flow
of syllable with concept, and a bit
of multi-sense or syntax, chosen so
a reader could enjoy the space between
the essence of minute in nice and mean.

(Ottava Rima)

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Introspection

Posted on December 3, 2023 by sputterpub

Observing the behavior of some friends,
assessing misdirection trod by kin,
and knowing where futility extends
if I were to object or just begin
advising with a grimace or a grin,
I realize I should aim the scope instead
at infant implants under my own skin,
and ancient habits networking my head.

(Huitain)

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Innuendo

Posted on December 2, 2023 by sputterpub

A revolution’s start has neither place
nor time for nuance, subtlety, or laughs.
A splinter group must chisel out a space
where every claim is deadly serious,
and every member’s loyalty can grace
a clan dynamic tenuously grown.
So turns the tendency and limps the pace.
But I still dream another way, with staffs
for song, and lines for story’s comic face.

(Magic 9)

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Pathfinder Poems

Posted on December 1, 2023 by sputterpub

There was a young Oregon master,
who set up a gnome as a caster
of spells that would keep
us from falling asleep.
Now nobody wants to play faster.

(Limerick)

Thanksgiving brings us
together for Pathfinder
while chill Fall’s outside.

(Haiku)

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Lost in Guest Space

Posted on November 30, 2023 by sputterpub

I lost this piece of paper and my pen.
I searched for them three times before sunrise:
the room I used, with phone light, and again
by lamplight, straining lower back and eyes
to view beneath the bed and shelves, and then
I looked upstairs less hopeful. No surprise –
I found them in the shadows flatly floored
(as always, in the last place I explored).

(Ottava Rima)

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One Idea

Posted on November 29, 2023 by sputterpub

I had a nervous mom. I must have learned
the trait was good. It meant she got things done.
Embracing nervousness, I often burned
with energy that wasn’t any fun.
Yet I decided to be unconcerned,
and harnessed my anxiety to run
productively. But I’m reviewing now,
and thinking there’s a better form of how.

(Ottava Rima)

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Overgrowth

Posted on November 28, 2023 by sputterpub

Though common palms are tufted more than limbed,
they constitute a threat if they ignite.
Dead fronds that hang like bangs should all be trimmed
before a spark or flame sets them alight.
Exploding like a fireball’s a sight
nobody wants to witness, for the wick
of burning palm, resembling candlestick,
releases bits of burn broadcast by breeze,
destroying all but concrete, stone, and brick.
So barber these San Pablo palm trees, please.

(Dizain)

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Market Musing

Posted on November 27, 2023 by sputterpub

I walked 2,000 steps toward south and east,
to buy some groceries that filled my pack.
I looked at clouds and with the weight increased,
I waited for a bus to take me back.
I saw the clouds hint drizzle’d come at least.
I noted triple crows in corvid black.
I wondered if they sensed approaching rain
while wire-perched above our shared domain.

(Ottava Rima)

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