THE-FINE-BLACK-BULL-BREAKS-THROUGH-
THE-FILD'S-BARRIERS-LIKE-A-BUDDHA
Dual were the horns
grown on his head.
"I must rise above
my station," he said.
"I must rise above
all duality.
From this field
I shall then be free."
The field of cows
looked at the bull.
He might be black
but he was beautiful.
He'd rise, rise above
earthly love and hate,
the ties which bound them
to their state
like the lock and chain
there on the gate.
PLAINLY-POEM-INSPIRING
She was no pretty Sappho
and there was no verse ran
like blood through her veins,
but like the ancient Lesbosian
she slept with women
and would sleep with a man.
The girl slept with me
and this poem, for her, began.
FIND-GONE-HAS-THE-CLOUDY-GIRL-
MOST-FORTUNATELY
Now the cold-girl has gone
and the sun is shining,
I shall view her as
a silver-cloud with a gold-lining.
CARE-AND-MAINTENENCE-NEEDS-
A-DECAYING-MERITOCRACY
There are some financially merit
and some who simply inherit.
There are those surely paid in excess
and sorts whose work's found meritless.
WISDOM-AND-KNOWLEDGE
I'd a friend from the land
of the Dalai Lama.
Yes he was a Tibetan man
who'd fled from the bad karma
Chinese soldiers were sowing
in the place he had called home.
Wisdom comes not with knowing
you can oppress another's zone.
NO-HEAVEN-ON-EARTH-
FOR-HE?
For several heavenly-virgins
and the wine here he was denied -
taking too the lives of victims -
the suicide-bomber died?
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