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Hairy Chicken Fajita

Customer: Can I get it without hair? Employee: No sir. It’s called Hairy Chicken Fajita cuz it’s got hair init. Customer: Do you have any food without hair in it? Employee: No. Customer: What!? Employee: No. Customer: Can I make a special order for just the chicken? Employee: No sir, but you can remove the chicken and have just the hair. Customer: Um… Can you put the hair on the side? Employee: No sir, chicken is a topping. We don’t serve toppings as primary dishes. Customer: What!? Employee: Chicken is a topping. We don’t serve — Customer: Yeah, yeah! I...

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And A Leaf

(Read in order: Ivy, A Butterfly, A Flower, And A Leaf) Find her In the shade of a tree She let go of home to wander All the greater anxieties. Her face is old, color of gold, She dances silently To the turning of a breeze… Mind her Nomad of earth and sky You can dream for her To the melody she breathes. Quietly, she is free Needlessly at ease with ambition and cause She has traveled long To remind us of the sound of songs! Hear her Keeper of another peace Her power is in movements As numbers that...

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A Flower

(Read in order: Ivy, A Butterfly, A Flower, And A Leaf) A flower is all the world’s impossibility She is the great subduer of sleep The great one that overcomes And opens simply to see Simply to be free… She twists, she dances, her scent glides on every breeze! She is the exploding result of impossible dreams A flower is the outcome of ambition A monument to will, unrelenting She knew not to stay still and realized her own being Ever so gently she is the one that glides between Then and now, and never again, No place in particular…...

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A Butterfly

(Read in order: Ivy, A Butterfly, A Flower, And A Leaf) A butterfly… She flies, caressing the space between Sunshine, and air, the world unseen. A stronger spirit is hers, as Wings beating, she caries herself free, From the cocoon. A butterfly… Once captive, now beyond free. Liberty, greater than that bestowed on any living being, It was not a birth right, It’s hard earned, the air she’s breathing… Once she writhed, and twisted. Hers was a fight, she suffered to beg a million wishes. Change hurts when it’s to surpass circumstance, And escape that prison Of one’s own devising....

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For Something Greater

For Something Greater (Birthday Poem) “You’re over analyzing.” She firmly said… Keeping company of a long ago friend A debate with Life. Again, I’m arguing a means to end… But why argue, language is poorly articulated intent. That familiar feeling of “I can’t do you anymore.” Counting harm, peace is no charm, when you can’t feel it within, But wouldn’t quitting be a cowards sin? Heroes pay for done and did. Still, it’s sweet and relentless Life, you’re harsh when remembered No. it’s not to you, but family for whom my heart is beating. Wary travelers proudly breathing, grow restless...

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Just One More

(Dedicated to all women stronger than they think they are.) Where should I wear it this time? Stigma on a golden chain Too brown, white, or green I’m not a ‘he’ I’m a ‘she’ So I hate being me Degrees of hate Equality hurts when it comes from a fist Tell me; why should it be exactly like this? Varieties of stigma painted on a face If it breaks it obeys Sweetly wear it, so stylish when put in place It’s a brilliant hue, the he’s likes it black and blue Take your best swing at the punch line doing...

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Along The Way

Wayward traveler I met along the way… I know your face but not the name. Share with me from whence you came, And I’ll name you a fellow seeker. Past perchance have we met before? Past romance, kith, kin, or vow to save the last dance. Perchance quite ponderously, strange as it seems, You appear a forgotten memory from a million footsteps ago, And I tread lightly, I’ll have you know! Wayward traveler I met along the way… As night creeps in upon the day, tell me your tale! I’ll write you a psalm to carry us beyond the grave,...

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Sun 11:05 PM

Does each have a name? I consider the stern ants… From the top of my high rise. . Sunset, park just closed New friend, the ringing phone booth! The little bird sings. . Deportation time! A mass of people line up And wait for the buss. . He makes a promise Somehow that’s anesthetic “This won’t hurt a bit.” . After work hours, Brilliant innovator’s Sale cons my wallet. . Hoping it will change So I’m throwing bricks at it It’s a wall, I know. . Chaos, half-done mess… “Why has God forgotten me?” Asks the canvas, wet. . Church,...

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Heart Box

Can it please feel less? That feeling in my chest. I know the world isn’t real, But still I have to feel. Quieting that overburdened melody, In my heart box. Can I please cut it out in exchange, For a bigger and more sensible brain? Anything less quick to ache and pain, Like something from a machine! That’ll just beat, and beat, and beat, and beat… All punctually punctilious, And wholly inconspicuous. Quiet you! Over-pronounced melody, Considering my heart box. Perhaps I can, please… Contrive a means to make it cold? I’d buy it as medicine for my soul, And...

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Thu 1:51 PM Haiku

She’s collecting stars Strewn upon the pavement, blind Sweeping shop keeper . Friend to the bottle Curls softly beneath the smoke A cigarette bud . I can read the lines Blisters tell us we’re stronger Callus on my hands . Flower-stand baby At the intersection where The cars pass him by . Farewell family Next to a slaughtered forest A dying tree seeds . Exiled to a cart God, tell her she’s forgiven So she can go home . A stale smell downstairs Follow a cough and the blues Rain, wet cigarettes . All quiet except A guitar in the...

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Sun 10:41 PM Haiku

Something beautiful I watch it from a distance Love makes us so strong . Glass shards on the street To cut the soles of my shoes Neon sign flickers . The last survivor On the concrete corner, cracked Dandelion bloom . Newspapers stuffed clothes Spare her most the cold Lying on a bench . Brush stroke clouds on blue Splendidly powdered colors His concrete canvas . A playful rattle Smiling with only one tooth I throw him a coin . On a pedestal The oracle foretells doom Speak it, preacher man . Street lights in the sky Where do the...

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AI Links: Tickle Your Inner Geek!

Science Daily recently published an article entitled, “Computer ‘Trained’ to Classify Pictures and Videos Basing on Elements They Contain” “University of Granada researchers have developed a new computer technique that allows to “train” computers to interpret the visual contents of a video or picture. This advance will allow to classify automatically pictures basing on whether individuals or specific objects are present in such images. Videos can also be classified according to specific poses.” And ChatBots.Org has a video interview with Hugh Loebner. Worth the read and look to tickle the inner geek. I remember talking with someone in 2000 about...

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