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Monday Morning: The Truth

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Vicious Cycle

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Retrograde Operations


How did we get here?
Reverse engineer
the steps
the time
the acts
it took to
be so far stranded
to see so clearly how
everything so guided
fell apart.

Then exfil with your
anger and make
amends
face the facts and
unfollow trends that
tore you
apart.

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Just a lil’ scrap as promised, folks. Sticking with the theme of vicious cycles, of course. Working on getting some more of my poetry work ready for submission, and found this scrap I thought you were all owed.

As always, I hope your Monday flies on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

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Monday Mechanics

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Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

I Get By

 

I Get By

I Get By

I get dragged under
pushed over
fed up
put down

but still I
get by.

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Simple and short, this one gets right to the point, folks. Just a little quip that I thought you might enjoy. No matter what tries to work you over, what knocks you down or what takes you off your feet, all that matters is that you simply keep going and that you get on by.

Here’s to hoping that your day flies by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight!

Rally the Brethren of the Bloggers

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Rally the Brethren of the Bloggers

If pens are
mightier than swords
well, we’ve got keys that
clack louder than any
army can scream and with
our shared words we’ll wash
this world clean from screen
to shining
screen.

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It’s short, it’s sweet, and it’s Friday, folks! Welcome to the end of the week and I hope you’ve made it unscathed or at least in need of only some slight repair. Was thinking of you today last night when I typed this little diddy down. Thought of all the words and the comments shared between people like me and you and, well, it’s damn impressive what we can do when we put our mutual minds together, isn’t it?

Here’s to hoping that your weekend is long, your drinks are cold and that Monday, when it rears its ugly head, finds you roaring and ready to go. Have a drink on me, folks, and have a good weekend.

A Good Book

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Good Book

You’ve gone

There and back

Again

And you’re all

The better for it.

 

Wandered through

Lands unknown

With

Unsavory souls and

Those heroic

 

But now you’re home

Last page turned

Spine closed  and

Now

The real journey begins.

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Mornin’, folks.  Just finished a novel about a few minutes ago, and I felt this poem applicable and one that might sit well with you as well. Getting to the final page of The Light Fantastic by Terry Pratchett gave me one of those good ‘novel euphoria’ feelings. You know, the ones where you just sit there holding the book after you’re done, enjoying the mood it’s put ya in.  Hopefully, it’s one that you can relate to and, if you can’t, I suggest you go on a book hunt and get yourself a good one.

Well, here’s hoping that you’re day goes quickly by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Where There’s a Will There’s a Way

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Where There’s A Will There’s A Way

If I walk any taller
I’ll be damned if I don’t
break in half and
fall right over

and I’m carrying as big
of a stick as they come
speaking softly while I
drum on my chest in calculated
time

and the world seems to be
unmoving, stubborn as an ox
and just as blue as they come,
however, my will be done,
I’ll yoke that bastard and
force him to drive me towards
that sun, I have been
aiming for
all along.

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Well, we’ve made it to Wednesday, haven’t we, folks? Sure took it’s sweet time getting here but at least, from here on out, we’re on the down slope to a bit of freedom. I hope you enjoy this little diddy above. One of those things that gets written in one sitting and kinda just feels right.  Ups and downs aside, you just gotta keep going on strong to get where you want to be and I’ll be damned if I don’t follow my own advice on this one.

Here’s to hoping that your hump-day goes right on by and you can see Friday crystal clear on that horizon.

Flightless Plight

Monday reminds me that
I’m mortal,
breaks the bounds that
I have broke,
plucks the plumes from
weekend wings,
and grounds both my
expectations and my hopes.

But in defiance I
grow them still,
all the stronger back,
refusing to break
under that unyielding yoke,
and live a life where at
I am flightless and
undone.
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Needless to say, it’s Monday again, folks. Could I apologize enough to soften its blow, I would but instead I offer the above poem. Hopefully it reminds you that, while the work week has just begun, you’re going to be free again soon and, if you work hard enough, you might just escape it for good. 

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The lines on my face are
growing deeper by the dozen,
and the color of my hair has
finally soaked up all the snows
that I have seen,

and the mirrors there but I
have no cares for the faces
that I’ve been, and I’m only
interested in the one that
the world is gonna see,

because the years can mare me,
make and take the youth that
I have known, I haven’t yet
begun to fight and this Earth
has yet to be shown just who
I truly am and where I’m going
to be.

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Happy Friday, folks. We made it, didn’t we? Hopefully this weekend last long and, if you’ve got a bit of lag before you get there, that this poem and the song I posted below helps you get through it.

Better Late Than Never

It’s better late than never
so suit up and stand down from
that monotony you’ve been wasted on.

You had dreams, kid, and they’re
not dead or gone, just buried,
you’ve had them all along and
no one’s gonna fault you for
waiting this long.

It’s better late than never and
rather than take regret to
the grave you’re gonna make
the world a better place
or at least that corner you’ve
been countin’ on.

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So I’m a little later than usual posting today, but that seems to be the theme of things, dosen’t it? Now, I normally don’t post on Thursdays, but seeing as how I need to get back into the swing of it, I’m going to go ahead and just release this lil’ scrap into the world. Taken from one of my notebooks with a few added lines, I like the essence of it, just like my last one. May not be the best, but it is a theme to work on, isn’t it?

Weekend’s nearly here, folks, so just hold on and ride out this last day!

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