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			<title><![CDATA[The Trees (From a line by Patrick Traveler)]]></title>
			<link>https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27378.html</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2026 00:52:57 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">The Trees (From a line by Patrick Traveler)*</span><br />
<br />
The trees conspire in secrecy<br />
like senators waiting for Caesar.<br />
There's Cassius, withered through winter,<br />
there's Casca, sharpening a splinter,<br />
that aloof, by-proxy malfeasor<br />
is Cicero in leafy hypocrisy,<br />
<br />
all waiting since they were cotyledons**<br />
nestled within the seed<br />
in patient hunger, like smilodons,<br />
for Caesar to bleed.<br />
<br />
Though no Caesar of trees will walk their way<br />
because trees can't walk, they heard one say<br />
that Birnam wood to Dunsinane did move,<br />
and that is sufficient to prove<br />
their tyrant might show up one day<br />
and get what his actions behoove.***<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">*https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27305-post-280808.html#pid280808</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">** ok, the trees weren’t cotyledons, only their leaves. Ignore that for the sake of art</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">*** grammatically incorrect, but it rhymes </span>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">The Trees (From a line by Patrick Traveler)*</span><br />
<br />
The trees conspire in secrecy<br />
like senators waiting for Caesar.<br />
There's Cassius, withered through winter,<br />
there's Casca, sharpening a splinter,<br />
that aloof, by-proxy malfeasor<br />
is Cicero in leafy hypocrisy,<br />
<br />
all waiting since they were cotyledons**<br />
nestled within the seed<br />
in patient hunger, like smilodons,<br />
for Caesar to bleed.<br />
<br />
Though no Caesar of trees will walk their way<br />
because trees can't walk, they heard one say<br />
that Birnam wood to Dunsinane did move,<br />
and that is sufficient to prove<br />
their tyrant might show up one day<br />
and get what his actions behoove.***<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">*https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27305-post-280808.html#pid280808</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">** ok, the trees weren’t cotyledons, only their leaves. Ignore that for the sake of art</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">*** grammatically incorrect, but it rhymes </span>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Wishing]]></title>
			<link>https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27373.html</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2026 17:39:26 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;" class="mycode_font">I wish for a bright day and restful night</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;" class="mycode_font">I wish you peace, no more fight</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;" class="mycode_font">I wish you happiness all day long</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;" class="mycode_font">I wish you a verse in the universes song</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;" class="mycode_font">I wish for you to be blest</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;" class="mycode_font">I wish for your soul to find some rest</span></span><br />
I wish you success on every test<br />
I wish for you, all the best]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;" class="mycode_font">I wish for a bright day and restful night</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;" class="mycode_font">I wish you peace, no more fight</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;" class="mycode_font">I wish you happiness all day long</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;" class="mycode_font">I wish you a verse in the universes song</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;" class="mycode_font">I wish for you to be blest</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;" class="mycode_font">I wish for your soul to find some rest</span></span><br />
I wish you success on every test<br />
I wish for you, all the best]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Sex]]></title>
			<link>https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27359.html</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2026 23:10:57 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Sex is a pleasure i aim to please<br />
Its a good way to release<br />
First, you tease<br />
And after, you will be at ease]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Sex is a pleasure i aim to please<br />
Its a good way to release<br />
First, you tease<br />
And after, you will be at ease]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[The rebel]]></title>
			<link>https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27353.html</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2026 18:46:58 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">The rebel </span><br />
<br />
There are times<br />
when I want to bite you<br />
like a dog. They think I’m mad<br />
just because <br />
I want to bite you. Not just you though:<br />
I’d like to bite most things.<br />
<br />
I’ll answer someday for my crimes,<br />
till then there’s kung fu<br />
on a log or with the lads,<br />
and thanks to laws<br />
protecting free speech, however low,<br />
I’ll smile and post things.<br />
<br />
The right will call me smart.<br />
The left will bitch and whine.<br />
And some educated tart<br />
call me a rabid canine.<br />
Let them. I have art<br />
and my father had a mine.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">The rebel </span><br />
<br />
There are times<br />
when I want to bite you<br />
like a dog. They think I’m mad<br />
just because <br />
I want to bite you. Not just you though:<br />
I’d like to bite most things.<br />
<br />
I’ll answer someday for my crimes,<br />
till then there’s kung fu<br />
on a log or with the lads,<br />
and thanks to laws<br />
protecting free speech, however low,<br />
I’ll smile and post things.<br />
<br />
The right will call me smart.<br />
The left will bitch and whine.<br />
And some educated tart<br />
call me a rabid canine.<br />
Let them. I have art<br />
and my father had a mine.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Jester Blues]]></title>
			<link>https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27319.html</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2026 17:29:18 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Jester Blues</span><br />
<br />
Successful people look down on me.<br />
<br />
I look successful people eye to eye.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Jester Blues</span><br />
<br />
Successful people look down on me.<br />
<br />
I look successful people eye to eye.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Cutting the grass]]></title>
			<link>https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27309.html</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2026 12:34:50 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[In the welcome warmth of a summer's day<br />
unruly grass beckons me to mow.<br />
To bond with natures green expanse,<br />
back and forwards, <br />
row by row<br />
<br />
I plod along and think of pleasant things,<br />
the mower rumbles, on we go.<br />
With each pass a new path appears,<br />
back and forwards. <br />
<br />
My neighbour waves, salutes my energy,<br />
the emerald carpet grows and grows.<br />
I’ve found a steady rhythm now.<br />
<br />
At last, the winning line comes into view,<br />
I have a fine mowed lawn to show.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[In the welcome warmth of a summer's day<br />
unruly grass beckons me to mow.<br />
To bond with natures green expanse,<br />
back and forwards, <br />
row by row<br />
<br />
I plod along and think of pleasant things,<br />
the mower rumbles, on we go.<br />
With each pass a new path appears,<br />
back and forwards. <br />
<br />
My neighbour waves, salutes my energy,<br />
the emerald carpet grows and grows.<br />
I’ve found a steady rhythm now.<br />
<br />
At last, the winning line comes into view,<br />
I have a fine mowed lawn to show.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Pyrophilia Blues]]></title>
			<link>https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27295.html</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2026 21:18:22 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=4373">rowens</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Pyrophilia Blues</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size">"Hazel: I like it. I do! I'm - I'm just really concerned about dying in the fire.<br />
Realtor: It's a big decision - how one prefers to die."</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Feelings and emotions are fire<br />
<br />
Thinking is gasoline<br />
<br />
All simply burns until it's done.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">*The I peeks out of the hedge*</span><br />
<br />
I would learn to enjoy it <br />
If I didn't already]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Pyrophilia Blues</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size">"Hazel: I like it. I do! I'm - I'm just really concerned about dying in the fire.<br />
Realtor: It's a big decision - how one prefers to die."</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Feelings and emotions are fire<br />
<br />
Thinking is gasoline<br />
<br />
All simply burns until it's done.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">*The I peeks out of the hedge*</span><br />
<br />
I would learn to enjoy it <br />
If I didn't already]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Short Cat Poems (other pets welcome)]]></title>
			<link>https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27293.html</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2026 17:47:45 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=10222">wasellajam</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Playing Poet<br />
<br />
Without a cat's weight<br />
poems fly away like house wrens<br />
darting from the eaves,<br />
glimpsed but never caught in hand;<br />
man is just the conduit.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Playing Poet<br />
<br />
Without a cat's weight<br />
poems fly away like house wrens<br />
darting from the eaves,<br />
glimpsed but never caught in hand;<br />
man is just the conduit.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Denominations]]></title>
			<link>https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27286.html</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2026 01:46:21 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=6042">dukealien</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Denominations<br />
<br />
If “support” that Microsoft gives its fair-haired<br />
current flagship Windows Eleven is their<br />
best, we who remain on Ten are most blessed to<br />
be “unsupported.”]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Denominations<br />
<br />
If “support” that Microsoft gives its fair-haired<br />
current flagship Windows Eleven is their<br />
best, we who remain on Ten are most blessed to<br />
be “unsupported.”]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[well-meaning comments, I am not getting better]]></title>
			<link>https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27283.html</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2026 15:24:18 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=10102">thewilderhen</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[I wear six braces<br />
(wrist hip ankle knee)<br />
      to come into work<br />
        to walk in the woods<br />
     with my dog<br />
              leashed]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[I wear six braces<br />
(wrist hip ankle knee)<br />
      to come into work<br />
        to walk in the woods<br />
     with my dog<br />
              leashed]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Needless Wings]]></title>
			<link>https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27281.html</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 15:51:11 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=4373">rowens</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Needless Wings</span><br />
<br />
<br />
Sack over shoulder,<br />
leaving the court<br />
where this Function<br />
makes sense,<br />
<br />
I AM God<br />
on the road;<br />
between gods:<br />
To not win<br />
is my goal.<br />
<br />
Unlike the Child<br />
who allowed death<br />
to whisper, <br />
as though heaven<br />
speaks through heaven<br />
alone:<br />
<br />
I take, through going,<br />
even as I go;<br />
odd as I stay.<br />
<br />
Even as I stay.<br />
<br />
Get behind me,<br />
Santa,<br />
Hotei of the West.<br />
<br />
India tells the Truth.<br />
No need to go.<br />
Do what you want.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Needless Wings</span><br />
<br />
<br />
Sack over shoulder,<br />
leaving the court<br />
where this Function<br />
makes sense,<br />
<br />
I AM God<br />
on the road;<br />
between gods:<br />
To not win<br />
is my goal.<br />
<br />
Unlike the Child<br />
who allowed death<br />
to whisper, <br />
as though heaven<br />
speaks through heaven<br />
alone:<br />
<br />
I take, through going,<br />
even as I go;<br />
odd as I stay.<br />
<br />
Even as I stay.<br />
<br />
Get behind me,<br />
Santa,<br />
Hotei of the West.<br />
<br />
India tells the Truth.<br />
No need to go.<br />
Do what you want.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Anima]]></title>
			<link>https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27279.html</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2026 15:07:52 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=4373">rowens</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Anima</span><br />
<br />
Uncouth,<br />
settled in my ways,<br />
I lust her <br />
commonplaces<br />
and grace<br />
as she goes about her business.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Anima</span><br />
<br />
Uncouth,<br />
settled in my ways,<br />
I lust her <br />
commonplaces<br />
and grace<br />
as she goes about her business.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[ailurothesia]]></title>
			<link>https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27278.html</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2026 13:09:56 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">ailurothesia</span><br />
<br />
<br />
A cat is nestled like a duck on the lake of uncut grass,<br />
when, from the road, a siren lights.<br />
<br />
Sundrenched, reliant on haphazard scraps,<br />
sound is not opposed to what is;<br />
<br />
without distinction,<br />
its soft life appears warm to the man.<br />
<br />
While those with nonanthropoid heads<br />
emerge from deeps, it's said human-headed beasts or birds<br />
have bones to fish from thalassic yarns.<br />
<br />
He shares sardines, listens as <br />
it watches and pounces through waves of arthropodan fauna.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">ailurothesia</span><br />
<br />
<br />
A cat is nestled like a duck on the lake of uncut grass,<br />
when, from the road, a siren lights.<br />
<br />
Sundrenched, reliant on haphazard scraps,<br />
sound is not opposed to what is;<br />
<br />
without distinction,<br />
its soft life appears warm to the man.<br />
<br />
While those with nonanthropoid heads<br />
emerge from deeps, it's said human-headed beasts or birds<br />
have bones to fish from thalassic yarns.<br />
<br />
He shares sardines, listens as <br />
it watches and pounces through waves of arthropodan fauna.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[price of privilege]]></title>
			<link>https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27265.html</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2026 12:12:36 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=5623">Mark A Becker</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">price of privilege</span><br />
<br />
so much descends<br />
upon<br />
<br />
the shiny blue<br />
Benz<br />
<br />
taking two<br />
spaces<br />
<br />
parked under gray<br />
pigeons]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">price of privilege</span><br />
<br />
so much descends<br />
upon<br />
<br />
the shiny blue<br />
Benz<br />
<br />
taking two<br />
spaces<br />
<br />
parked under gray<br />
pigeons]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Lunar-go-round]]></title>
			<link>https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27238.html</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2026 13:17:22 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=6042">dukealien</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Lunar-go-round<br />
<br />
<br />
Are the phases of the moon<br />
just the same from anywhere<br />
one happens to look?<br />
<br />
Calendars don’t bother<br />
to differentiate: new, full,<br />
first quarter pictograms.<br />
<br />
It’s as if we all sat<br />
on a carrousel sweeping<br />
past the same show.]]></description>
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Are the phases of the moon<br />
just the same from anywhere<br />
one happens to look?<br />
<br />
Calendars don’t bother<br />
to differentiate: new, full,<br />
first quarter pictograms.<br />
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It’s as if we all sat<br />
on a carrousel sweeping<br />
past the same show.]]></content:encoded>
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