Way Beyond Terms

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Excess time limits

Zeroes claim sufficiency

Always more to gain

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Speed loses it’s thrill

Passing belies danger

Too slow to fly right

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Leftovers with bite

Words left out two nights to spoil

Lines become homeless

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Meanings foster mold

Language to languish over

Properly kiss mine

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To the bitter end

Middle ages fly faster

Hellish days drag on

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Spread the crap around

Bottom foundations in growth

Tree’s sanctuary

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Terms slip on sweet fruit

Wear them in then wear them out

Face a toothless grin

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16 thoughts on “Way Beyond Terms

  1. Uncle Tree –

    each poetic limb is sturdy and wonderful to swing on… but the sturdiest of all are:

    “Leftovers with bite

    Words left out two nights to spoil

    Lines become homeless”

  2. Hey, Bryan! Good to see you again!

    I think you are correct. That was my favorite haiku bunch, too.
    I’ve been known to play with my food. This was a leftover from
    February which was feeling left out, so I threw it up for grabs.

    Good catch! Swing at will.

  3. Yes, Cindy. Chasing can become a boring, tiresome chore.
    I just wish the prize would hurry up and get here. My legs are shot.

  4. A wonderful poem to the “passage of time”. I loved that expression of Tree’s Sanctuary. Age is a sanctuary, in my opinion. Too bad that so many people don’t see it that way.

  5. Thank you, Silvia! I tend to agree with your assessment.
    Anything (whether it be a person, their works, or their discoveries)
    that has passed the test of time is truly deserving in it’s own right.
    The merit of sanctification is a most blessed stamp of approval.

  6. Thanks, Ed! Sorry about the near miss.
    I wood knot want that to happen.
    You’d never recognize me again,
    nor eye you, an eye oh you.

  7. I sure hope you can continue to keep your words then, TWM.
    It has to be better than eating them when they fall out.

  8. I suppose it’s not surprising that the same lines Bryan quoted, I was also going to quote.

    Sometimes, I want to let the words ferment like the bacteria that blackens my toilet bowl.

    Yes?

  9. Dear lady, I think your mind
    is dirty enough as is. Soap
    scummy words can easily
    be cleaned away w/floss.

    .

    Hey, folks—

    This is how the official word academy
    trashes the place. It’s a filthy pity!
    Please feel free to contribute.
    Sponges are welcome, too.

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