By Bruno Talerico
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Tomorrow dreams of yesterday.Yesterday plans for tomorrow.Today is stuck in the middle with you.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 98/365.
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Jumping to his own conclusions,the anarchist, based on bitsof misinformation vigorouslyand dramatically disturbs the peacefor the rest of us fascists.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 97/365.
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Soft flickering fluttering cloudsof small purple mothsmigrate and settlelike a blanket over the garden pond.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 96/365.
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Poetry stops at the poetry spot,Whitman spilling tales of myth and romance.Pages scattered across the cosmos.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 95/365.
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red sky at morningsunrise over mountain peakanother cycle© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 94/365.
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As I observe thefertility dance of the cottontails,I realize that easter bunnywas the hardest imaginary figureto outgrow.God was gone in a flash,rigid priests and cruel nunscemented that one.Santa took a bit longer,until it sank in that hewas as judgmental as godwith his naughty and nice lists.Tooth fairy was just a merchant,and I had him figured…
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There is no calendar alerta minute, a day,an hour beforethe reaper arrives.So, live life now,tell them you love them now,do what your heart desires now,because he never calls aheadto make a reservation.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 93/365.
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your heartradiates loveglowing like moonbeamsand my heart flutters.my heartflutters in responselike wings of a butterflydancing on the wind.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge day 91/365.
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To be a man is notabout swagger and sway,it is being responsiblethroughout the day.It is feeling shamewhen witnessing unwarranted pain,and taking pridein accomplishment of others.To be a man is honor and integrity.To be a man is notabout swagger and sway,it is being accountable at the end of the day.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day…
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language is not necessary, but voluntary.if necessary, it would be simple.it would not agitate hearts with emotion,it would not expand with ambiguity.if language was not voluntary,it would not imagine or dream.language is a compression,a declared emphasis,an elaboration,not necessarily essential to the message.what is the poetry of this world about?poetry is emotional syntax,spirit and epiphany transcribedinto…
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