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    Dysfunctional Poetry 102 for Bedtime Reading
    Dysfunctional Poetry 102 for Bedtime Reading
    Dysfunctional Poetry 102 for Bedtime Reading
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    Dysfunctional Poetry 102 for Bedtime Reading

    By Phil Cross

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    A random arrangement of short poems touching on:
    charity and greed; crime and punishment; death and dying; earth and universe; fact and fiction; freedom and incarceration; gods and faith; good and evil; heaven and hell; human rights and tyranny; love and hate; parents and children; present and future; race and religion; sickness and health; sun and moon; truth and deceit; war and peace.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPhil Cross
    Release dateDec 29, 2012
    ISBN9781301585304
    Dysfunctional Poetry 102 for Bedtime Reading
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    Phil Cross

    I found Him at dusk aside the railroad bank: A little green lizard perched atop of Him, that seemingly assumed invisibility on taking notice of me. He was in the form of a fallen tree lying stark naked in anguished repose I could sense Him calling out to me. I carted Him away to give Him dignity. Two days later appeared a lizard on my steps; lying watchfully, intently studying me, it was, I was sure, the same as before and then again, it assumed invisibility. Since then that lizard is nowhere to be found, as its master yearns southward bound— awaiting nightfall, it would seem, compelled to stalk for eternity. Could He be the Jersey Devil whom I aroused so fortunately? to be reincarnated for all to see? Or some alien on behalf of my senility. Oh, for a pen, paper, and flask of brandy, to be inspired by Him so to meditate, to rekindle memories or dream anew, I could write and compose for eternity. But I care not whether false or true for such are for me alone and not for you in no way intended for posterity; but rather, for my audacity.

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      Dysfunctional Poetry 102 for Bedtime Reading - Phil Cross

      Dysfunctional Poetry 102

      for Bedtime Reading

      by P. C. Cross

      Copyright © 2012 by P.C.Cross

      Smashwords Edition

      Any likeness herein to persons, living or dead, is purely hypothetical.

      Intended as an easy read, no matter age, gender, social status, or mental condition.

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only and not to be resold or given away to other people.

      Also by this author:

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      Grandma Was a Bag Lady ISBN 9781301445448

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      Dysfunctional Poetry 101 for Bedtime Reading ISBN 9781301829767

      Dysfunctional Poetry 102

      for Bedtime Reading

      A Curtain Call In Their Names

      Give thanks to Gods for wars,

      and for what they have done

      to keep the populace under the gun.

      If not for competing Gods and genocide too

      there would be less space today for me and you.

      Holy wars in Their names have been fought.

      But if for Their glory–they have been for naught.

      But perhaps glory has not been the intent at all;

      but instead, to herald a curtain call.

      A Glimpse Beyond

      Some say they have seen the other side.

      On the verge of death they have experienced the event,

      claiming it not to be hallucinatory in extent.

      But so too, do those in asylums claim revelations of similar ilk;

      yet, they are cloistered away in rebuke.

      Perhaps such visions are conjured by the mind

      from memories that lie sublime

      just waiting for the time

      to make dramatic appearance—

      when garbed in robes and shrouds,

      they will emerge from beyond the clouds.

      A Hospital Stay

      Corridors stark, dispassionate, and cold,

      flanked with doors—open, shut, or ajar—

      to rooms where patients are on hold,

      awaiting their prognosis to be told.

      But whether cured or not,

      all will be let go one day;

      either as a dis-spirited body,

      or to return on another day—

      more often than not—

      for a similar stay.

      And in those rooms left behind

      are often flowers meant to cheer;

      but having been deprived of life support,

      now droop and leer.

      But they too, are destined to depart—

      without ceremony—in a garbage cart.

      A Rose is a Rose

      You can tell by your nose

      that a rose is a rose.

      Other things also by smell:

      plants, animals, and humans as well.

      To see and touch

      may also give you a clue

      so that whatever it is

      becomes known to you.

      And so you learn as you progress

      from child on through adulthood

      by learning from those who know.

      Also, you learn on your own

      as if each is a new adventure:

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