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Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Dung Beetle

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Sometimes I feel like a  Dung Beetle,

rolling shit around,

first up one hill then down the next,

then up another hill,

continuously rolling and pushing and prodding

it across the ground.

What is the purpose of this rolling, and tolling

this incessant cajoling

of this excrement that falls into a perfect form;

a sphere of shit?

Well I guess you could look at it  this way

at the end of the day

I get to eat it.

Poetry Work

Blue Balloon

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Through a Blue Balloon

I see one color as I’m driving down the road.

That’s Blue.

Blue through my blue Balloon.

 

I see a Blue lady walking her short blue dog with a leash.

 

I see a Blue Officer waving and saying hello to a bunch

of Blue kids he meets.

 

Everything is Blue. Even though I know the truth.

It doesn’t matter

which way I turn my head I’m surrounded by a Blue ocean of color

consuming my sight.

 

Is that light green up ahead?

It’s hard to tell through a balloon made of Blue.

 

Oh, but that blue girl jogging in her tight Blue shorts

Now she’s something to see wouldn’t you agree?

Hey, I think she’s staring at me.

She must like a well-manicured gentleman of Blue

Who knew?

 

So unique.

What a wonderful view as I drive down

The Blue streaked street.

 

No other color as far as the eye can see.

Blue in the back. Blue in the front.

From side to side.

I think I’m having a Blue attack!

 

I like the world I’ve made for myself

So simple. So easy to define.

No other nasty colors to confuse and blind.

Simply divine.

 

Through my Blue balloon,

That’s how I see. That’s how I want

life to look for everyone and me.

 

Call me crazy. Call me a fool.

But to see the world in a bright shade of Blue

should be the rule.

 Blue, Blue through my beautiful Balloon.