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Intense Imagery (A Haiku)

For our child

Dance Upon Shadows

A Rose

Night bus home

A Comfort Sent to You

Black Lung

Restless

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Foolish hearts

Heart to Heart

Returning Hero

Old and New

Words

Shades

Clutch

Going back

The Warrior

Facing reality

In the wind

Loyal soldier

Please Live

Lifespan

Sitting

Living machine

Revolution in Bloom

Morning Candle

Welcome Jack

Shadows of December

Unholy Love

Frozen Retreat

Sacred Crone

A Silent Knowing

I Am Not Spoiled Stinky Curdled Milk

Yes, Leonard...It's Math Again Tonight

Winds of time

The Power

What

Hungry for life

Autumn

All men

Man with no name

The face at the bar

Questions

Young girl

To the sea

Mountain Morning Lakeside Fishing

Dragged

I'm Strong Enough to Thank You

Every Step

Whatever!

Carpe Diem

JOEL

A mon fils

TO SARA

GrAttitude

Senses

Crisp and Clear

For everyone and no one

Random Joy

Redemption

 

Yes, Leonard...It's Math Again Tonight

Yes, Leonard...Itís Math Again Tonight
By Nora Taylor

Boys, are your chores finished, is the trash taken out?
Leonard, nowís our chance, tonight inventors we shall be.
Yes, we even tidied our room and carefully made the bed.
Tiptoe down the basement stairs, little brother, right behind me.

Leonard, turn on the strobe light, put on the white coat,
Scruff up your hair and hunch your back just like me.
Pour this green liquid into that vile, be careful, donít spill it!
Now letís beginÖ mad inventors we shall be.

Leonard, do you see whatís happening right before our eyes?
Yes, I can see it bubbling brother, itís bubbling everywhere.
Leonard, donít call me brother, refer to me as master
Either act like a mad scientist or go back upstairs.

Okay, Master, let me add the special ingredients:
The tongue of a lizard, and the tail of a rat.
Much better, Leonard, in goes the fang of a snake,
The eye of a toad, and the wing of a bat.

Can I stir it brother, I mean can I stir it Master?
Yes, Leonard, carefullyÖ slow down!
Youíre stirring too fast. It wonít do us any good
If it spills all over the ground.

Now let it drip slowly onto this sheet of paper,
Don't touch it. Patiently wait.
Watch closely Leonard. This invention
Will change our world! ( if weíre not too late)

Too late Leonard, too late? Doubting my genius work,
Go to the corner, youíre no inventor, you nerd.
Iíve read, studied, studied, read, and studied some more,
To question what Iím doing is quite absurd.

Uh uh uh Iím Iím sorry brother, give me another chance,
I want to be an inventor too.
Okay out of the corner, but donít call me brother,
Remember Iím master to you.

Tomorrow Leonard our dreams will come true, weíll be famous.
Out invention will rock the entire school.
Kids will love itÖbut a secret weíll keep it
From mean teachers with silly homework rules.


Look at the swirling of the ratís long tail.
Look at the bulging of the toadís eye.
Look at the flapping of the batís wing.
Look at the smoke thatís rising high.

Smoke thatís rising high? Oh no Leonard
My math paperís on fire. Do something you twit.
Spray it with that water. Hit it with a towel.
Whooo, that was close. Hope dad doesnít smell it.


What could have gone wrong with my genius plan?
Dag nabbit Leonard turn off the strobe light.
Looks like weíll have to do our math homework
With paper and pencil again tonight.

Boys, are you down in the basement again?
Have you finished your math? Make sure your writing is neat.
Oh no itís dadís voice. Hurry Leonard, clean up this mess.
Uh, Yes sir, weíve been working on it, but itís not quite complete.






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