Jargon, slang
Colloquialism
Impediments
To our thoughts’
Transmission
Plain speech
Though it may be
Passee
Aids in understanding
Of the things we say
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Clarity
Poetry
So Inclined
Be good to each other
And all will be fine
Try not to be selfish
If you are that way inclined
Work together in all that you do
These are some tips
To cite just a few
Try to keep those positive attitudes
Especially when dealing with my ongoing platitudes
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On The Way
If breakfast is the most important meal of the day
Why do we rush it – to get on our way?
A doughnut, or bagel, or some half prepared toast
Or a splash of milk on some cornflakes – at the most
Whatever happened to eggs and bacon?
We only get these at McDonald’s
If I’m not greatly mistaken
Our world is one of rushing around
And we grab on the way
Whatever can be found
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Dark Essence
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Visage in the mirror reflected
But essence captured – apprehended
Locked away building stronger
Until it cannot be contained any longer
And then the essence will run free
A life its own in a nocturnal spree
Doing all that you in the daytime stifle
Your true intentions expressed without reprisal
What dark thoughts do hide away?
That will cause mischief if allowed to play?
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Forgotten
Left behind
Out of mind
Set aside
And forgotten
Once important
No longer dear
Yesterday’s realm
As if rotten
Why do we act this way
Abandoning things of our past?
Is it because of culture throw away
Where nothing is meant to last?
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Beyond Boundaries
Enclosures – limits – sharp wire strands
Holding back the progress of man
And yet the mind – it can soar
Taking in the sky’s vastness and so much more
We might captive physically
But in our imagination we can run free
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Conviction
It had long been my deeply held conviction
That certain things required restriction
But laissez-faire seems the thing today
Everyone doing stuff in their own way
Social mores and law and order too
Are things required of but a few
Politicians flaunt their heightened privilege
While modern armies burn and pillage
I hope that we might end these afflictions
And stop the excesses with some criminal convictions
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Of the Land, Off the Land
A countryside left in devastation
By a century of urban migration
Lured by promise of big wages
They left the lands they’d worked for ages
Making farming something rare
And trusting imports for our daily fare
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Holiday Rain
I wanted to go out and play
To make the most of my holiday
But it just had to rain today
To ruin my brief time away
Just watch – it will be sunny and not to cool
As soon as I am back at school
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Marking
Exercise books seem to never end
No matter how long on them I spend
The arguments and phrases contained within
Repeated student after student – until my head does spin
I’m out of green ink in my pen
So I’ll go find another and get started again
Padre
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