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While one sits,

two wait.

While two wait,

three run.

While three run,

four destroy.

Stop!

While one provides,

two receive.

While two receive,

three help.

While three help,

four enjoy.

Grow!

Hello,

I am a poem.

I made myself

and belong to no one.

I came to life on an August night,

just sifted through thoughts,

on my way to this light.

I pushed myself through time,

came through this random mind,

who’s fingers did make the rhyme,

with a feeling so sublime,

upon this posting you did find.

So Nice Together

So nice together are

chocolate, coffee, and kief.

Their three sounds starting as:

“cha”, “ka”, and “kee”.

Their sounds  roll off of my mind’s tongue,

as they travel down the tunnels,

left over from old, dusty thoughts.

Their journey cleans the dirt,

from the edges,

of the tunnels,

as the sounds pass by.

One is soft:

“cha”.

Two are sharp:

“ka” and “kee”

The kief goes first,

as it is the sharpest.

The coffee and chocolate are last;

they polish,

they shine,

the thoughts tunneled past.

Their three smells and tastes,

so nice after heat.

Bittersweet,

brash,

dark and neat.

Their three,

distinct feelings on the brain,

are thrice relief,

all sooth, excite, yet soothe

(in the main).

Relative Sieves

by

David S. Ullery

I like to chat and talk with friends,

or sometimes relatives.

But if I chat and stay too long,

their two ears,

become two sieves.

They try to leave,

if I do not perceive,

that chatting,

takes four ears.

Some one-way talk,

may last so long,

it may feel to them like years.

Somewhere,

Sometime,

when I am alone,

I wonder,

if ever,

my mind can come home.

If there is something to say,

then make it clear,

with nothing to worry,

and holding no fears.

More often than not,

it is best to stop,

if the topic is not hot,

to non-filtered ears.

That is one very friendly fellow,

and one very kind soul,

who listens a lot,

when the topic,

is not very cool!

It’s Cool to Be Alive

by

David S. Ullery

◊◊◊

It is cool to be alive,

And to be aware,

All at the same time

Being aware,

Of being aware,

Of being aware,

Of whatever happens now

The Universe is real,

And so am I

It is a delight to be alive,

And to be aware,

Without a care,

In a world so small

It is a cool breeze that blows,

And makes me aware,

Of time,

For the breeze makes a sound,

When it blows in my ears

When my mind does travel down a dark path,

Being aware,

Without a care,

With the breeze in my hair,

Quickly,

Quietly,

Removes all of the fear

◊◊◊

The Gene Meme Machine Scene

by

David S. Ullery

The backyard keeps its grass in a lawn,

But not Straight.

Wild, white flowers with roses,

Gather around its rounded edge on one side.

The gene,

Meme,

Survival machine,

Enters the backyard scene;

To exercise,

To clean.

The yard is now Straight.

The wild,

White flowers,

The roses;

They remain.

The lawn,

The machine;

They are trim.

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