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Foolish Reflects


A 30 day poem about The Fool’s journey.  Can I do it?  Stay with me an see.  Feel free to give suggestions what Foolish might do or Not.

GERMANY 130 This picture is when I was in Germany.  I was in a ‘crypt’.  I’m pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to do this.  It’s as close to a park bench of a picture I have.

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A Fools Journey. 2 April 2017

Weary go the Days unattended
In the drone of beige and shadow
Eyes open, eyes shut to the ticktock
In the ‘it-doesn’t-matter-anyway’
A heart yearning for all that matters.
In a sunrise of possibilities
Purpose caves to the drab of sameness
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Is not a Fool known to tend the fire
of surprise in the unexpected?
To poke at the skin of life ?
Leap into the known unknown?
Tumble the Joyless in to laughter?
Inspire the disheartened to wake up?
Jump into the void?
Embrace the untouchable?
Splay open the day in sudden abandon?
Show the way to foolish rapture?
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Foolish lays on the park bench
While Spring dances on her frown
And Sun fires her closed eyes
She inhales at the edges
of the crumbles of her fate
That is no Fate at all for the fearless
She takes in the loss of her Way
That like fate is no good way at all.

Copyright, Jeanne Adwani.   2017

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FRIENDS WITH YOUR DEVIL


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Devils sleep in your dream bed

They mostly abide in Story’s head

Around and around the tale does go

When they tempt and tease at life’s flow

Avoid the under tow

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Waking, you wonder the truth of it all

These dreams of said devils, an angel’s fall

Once pure and white, at heaven’s pearly gate

To Hades tis said you go in flames and wait

You can break that date

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Depends where beliefs fill your minds

Depends where fear holds and abides

Depends if these devils have a hold on you

Peel fear away and you get to choose

Don’t be misused

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There is no telling you what to believe

When we all want to live, love, and receive

Seven Billion strong on a floating orb

Where power and greed hunger for more

Have love at your core

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“Devil be gone” a cry from within

You believe you deserve punishment for sin

Love has not left you, you are Spirit’s child

Awaken to Love you are not exiled

Sit with peace awhile

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LIFE ON EARTH


The stirring of the world around me in the rising of Spring’s renewal , and  the intense enveloping of the political world, give me a clear view of the duality that I rest in every day.   There is no avoiding either.    Better to settle into the greening and the thunder, then to let the angry righteousness of people fill me with fear and victimization.

Give me Earth’s Wisdoms, however it chooses to unfold.

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                                                           Forget Me Nots

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Rise up to the Great Awakening

Out there is the Kingdom of God

Take wonder and awe at The Infinite

Embrace the Oneness of the Universe

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Out there is the Kingdom of God

Standing on the lush crest looking outward

Embrace the Oneness of the Universe

Smelling the rising green of Spring’s awakening

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Standing on the lush crest looking outward

Make witness to Creation’s magnificence

Smelling the rising green of Spring’s awakening

Take belief in the perfection of Spirit

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Make witness to Creation’s magnificence

Darkness and Light are Earth’s gravity

Take belief in the perfection of Spirit

Know the destruction of Element’s colliding

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Darkness and Light are Earth’s gravity

It is in their embrace that we find wholeness

Know the destruction of Element’s colliding

Love holds the soft and harsh of living

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It is in their embrace that we find wholeness

Will you gather what soothes and what gives anguish?

Love holds the soft and harsh of living

Fear flourishes in the grip of self-righteousness

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Will you gather what soothes and what gives anguish?

Can you swim in the pool of loneliness?

Fear flourishes in the grip of self-righteousness

Will you let in differences to end fearfulness?

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Can you swim in the pool of loneliness?

Forgiveness is in the Spring of renewal

Will you let in differences to end fearfulness?

Gratitude is ever present in an open heart

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Forgiveness is in the Spring of renewal

Take wonder and awe at The Infinite

Gratitude is ever present in an Open heart

Rise up to the Great Awakening

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PRINCE… a tribute


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Thousand of tributes praise your name

We gather to shed our Purple Rain

The Guitars round the world Gently Weep

While we like Thieves in a Temple mourn your death sleep

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You Got The Look we all chased after to see

You HardRocklover your destiny to be

If I Was Your Girlfriend, known you a bit

In that Little Red Corvette next to you I would sit

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Do Me Baby, get us all Soft and Wet.

You Princed around us and we hungered to get

A piece of your grandeur, FallinLove2nite

You Got the Look that gave us your great musical Light

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What is too soon to go? What is the right time to leave?

You leave us with much joy and loss makes us grieve.

It’s not like I knew you, It’s not like we made touch

There is something about ‘heros’ that matter so much

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I’m not hanging on your shirt tail, better that frilly shirt

I be part of the millions of fans that shutter with mirth

Thanks for your music, thanks for your visual gifts

Thanks for being the hero  we all  needed to make you a great myth

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I give no goodbye, see you later La Petit Prince

I’ll sing along with your music, I’ll be sure to dance

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THIS DAY ASKS TO BE WRITTEN A CERTAIN WAY


DAY 12  National poetry Month.

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This day asks to be written in a certain way

Resistance makes a plea of discord

And brain chaos finds its way back on track

if only to give into the ‘certain way’ to be over it

Finish with this day that has only just given rise

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It’s memory history that defines the lay of words

How death’s stalk took two lives on the exact day of one year

Between the other, while Spring stretched her waking

and the two of you gave in to sleep eternal

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On this day, this very day that calls up an ode

a story, a simple verse that can not be denied

For you are forever in the bones of this body

Forever a picture of yesterdays remembered

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And there is a must have of celebration

Acknowledgement of how life comes and gives

and seems to end in that final breath taken

In how very gone you are in this life.

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There can be no resistance to that call

Cause it’s a time clock inside that spills

Out the alarm of your passing to be recalled

To sit in the heart’s pulse of the ‘who’ of you

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Of love lost and found, of rough edges

slightly smoothed and how a want to make connection

held so many distractions and avoidances.

And still, on this day of remembrance

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I let you both in in the way I can hold you

In my heart to give the words to this day

That need saying to honor you

I love you

Till we meet again

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IT HAPPENED JUST LIKE THIS. a pantoum of betrayal


Day 11.. napowrimo.

Prompt from Jill Badonsky about something that happened to someone I know, and write about it as if it happened to me.

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It happened just like this

30 years of a good-enough life together brought to closure

A note of declaration of a love affair too precious to end

All that settles in the empty spaces of you is your suffocating scent

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30 years of a good-enough life together brought to closure

No conversation, no apology, no clue of this kind of failure

All that settles in the empty space of you is your suffocating scent

Adult children stunned into silence’s rise to rage

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No conversation, no apology, no clue of this kind of failure

Getting by for decades on the emptiness of generalities, and daily tasks

Adult children stunned into silence’s rise to rage

Betrayal and hurt seeking answers to unspoken questions

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Getting by for decades on the emptiness of generalities, and daily tasks

Talk and intimacy to be taken care of later, later, maybe tomorrow

Betrayal and hurt seeking answers to unspoken questions

Your gone is well gone and lost to any translation

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Talk and intimacy to be taken care of later, later, maybe tomorrow

Today brought not even a goodbye in your completion

Your gone is well gone and lost to any translation

Amazing how the sense of relief comes with the ‘glad-you’re-finally-gone.’

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Today brought not even a goodbye in your completion

It’s a wonder that the signs weren’t more obvious except between the sheets

Amazing how the sense of relief comes with the ‘glad-you’re-finally-gone.’

What you don’t know till you do

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It’s a wonder that signs weren’t more obvious except between the sheets

A note of declaration of a love affair to precious to end

What you don’t know till you do

It happened just like this

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MAKING SENSE OF THE SENSELESS a pantoum


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It’s what’s ALL about

There is no making sense of the senseless

There is no taking away from whose deciding

It’s that observation each makes on their own

And sometimes, you have no sense when you think you do

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There is no taking away from whose deciding

Some abstract convulsion penetrates filters and boundaries

And Sometime, you have no sense when you think you do

That doesn’t omit that some miracle might flutter your brain into order

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Some abstract convulsion penetrates filters and boundaries

Conversation in steady flow doesn’t like to jump over omissions

That doesn’t omit that some miracle might flutter your brain into order

Optimism does spring eternal for those that wander the path of Joy

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Conversation in steady flow doesn’t like to jump over omissions

Mostly, we want to say and hear some exactitude of what needs saying

Optimism does spring eternal for those that wander the path of Joy

That might not make any sense either depending on whose wandering

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Mostly, we want to say and hear some exactitude of what needs saying

It’s that observation each makes on their own

That might not make any sense either depending on how wandering

There is no making sense of the senseless.

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