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Outside of Time: rondelet

Published on June 26, 2025

We’re out of time,
past the hour when clocks expire.
We’re out of time,
beyond this moment’s final chime.
We can exist, if we desire,
right now – and never age or tire.
We’re out of time.

We’re out of time.
When the last flame has left the fire
we’re out of time.
In desperation, on we climb,
the dreams to which our hearts aspire
still waiting, listening to that liar:
we’re out of time.

We’re out of time,
past all that counting, muck and mire.
We’re out of time,
Where all the world exists in rhyme
and we can join in with the choir,
with nothing left us to acquire:
we’re out of time.

26 Jun 2025

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Blame the Mess: rondel supreme

Published on June 25, 2025

The world’s become a ghastly mess,
and we have just ourselves to blame.
What good is keeping score? The game
we’re playing, who can guess?

There’s no use wailing in distress,
or pointing fingers. What a shame
the world’s become a ghastly mess,
and we have just ourselves to blame.

If we were honest, we’d confess
our guilt in making things so lame.
We hate the rich, but want the same,
no matter who must live with less.
The world’s become a ghastly mess,
and we have just ourselves to blame.

25 Jun 2025

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Ways and Means: rondel

Published on June 25, 2025

The means you use always define the end.
If that end is not beautiful, you know
somewhere beyond the last, most recent bend,
your principles dissolved into mere show,

that sense of purpose lost in “let’s pretend”
where only ambiguity can grow.
The means you use always define the end.
If that end is not beautiful, you know.

There is no point in trying to defend
that act that gave your truth a fatal blow,
the consequence you swore to not intend.
Once you are caught up in the undertow,
the means you use always define the end.
If that end is not beautiful, you know.

25 Jun 2025

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You Are the Path: rondeau redoubled

Published on June 25, 2025

The path you walk is yours to choose,
no matter where that journey starts
or how you follow the faint clues
that will distract you. If you’re smart,

you’ll use your eyes to look around,
to take in what you see, and use
the little things along the way.
The path you walk is yours to choose.

Each day brings more and different news,
some light and darkness, and their parts
decay and birth. You’ll see such views
no matter where your journey starts,

or who may travel at your side.
Take all the time you need. You lose
nothing with each step you decide,
or how you follow the faint clues.

So take a moment. There’s no use
pretending that your life is art
that takes great skill. That’s just a ruse
that will distract you. If you’re smart,

you’ll simply walk, and from the start
imagine with your mind and heart
a world that underneath your shoes
includes you, an integral part.
The path you walk is you.

25 Jun 2025

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Our Secret: rondeau

Published on June 24, 2025

What is the secret we all seek?
Despite the clever words we speak,
our desperation grows and thrives,
infecting every segment of our lives,
convincing us that we are weak.

And those who struggle, we call freaks,
and frightened, hide our flaws and leaks
away from others’ prying eyes.
That is the secret.

We passively exploit the meek,
and shame our smartest nerds and geeks.
into neat boxes to survive,
destroying their creative drive,
in service to the working week.
That is our secret.

24 Jun 2025

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What Is It: rispetto

Published on June 23, 2025

What is it that we try to do?
It seems the same old tired song:
me being right, and blaming you
when everything around goes wrong.

What good does that do anyone,
when neither side can win or lose?
It’s not enjoyable or fun
for either team. Why would you choose

to carry on in such a way?
Who likes to play this sorry game?
It seems a waste of a good day.
If we keep going, who’s to blame?

What is it that we want to be?
That seems a tired line
tied up with some great destiny.
But it is yours, or mine?

What difference can it really make,
if we don’t ever try to change?
Instead, let’s learn from our mistakes.
Together, it won’t seem so strange.

23 Jun 2025

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Shut Up and Row: rionnaird tri-nard

Published on June 23, 2025

Don’t ask me how I’m doing,
or just what I’ve been thinking.
I’m far too busy bailing
my little boat that’s sinking.
I must keep things in focus.
Do not keep up your prattle,
belay your hocus pocus.
It’s hard enough a battle.

Leave off me with your jabbing.
I don’t need added tension.
Besides, what good is gabbing
when I must pay attention?
There’s no time for that nonsense
when we both should be rowing.
Spare me your show and pretense
’til we get where we’re going.

23 Jun 2025

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