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I dared to be a rolling stone, but landed in the water and sank.

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Yeomen pull their tills till dark, then straggle to the pub to drink a pint and add their hard-won earnings to the till.

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My father's last photo on Ebay: that cheaply auctioned postcard the only sign he ever lived. And me.

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Happiness is a state that need not be pursued, only submitted to.

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Five syllables long, seven straddle the middle, five more round things out.

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Stoled time tastes sweetest. Ain't it the neatest?!

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Nine words say nothing, wasting time – but not much.

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Dare to set down roots, rolling bush, dry and dusty unto thyself. Dare to set down roots – Become alive again and flower!

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S.O.S.! We're under attack! Guerrilla gorillas have gone bananas. They're bombastically bombarding us with poo! Boo hoo!

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When the dragon razed the castle proud, roasted knights brave and damsels fair like spitted peacocks, it was only mice that lived.

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This is a Giles Corey day. Stone upon stone presses down. "More weight!"

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Painted in a palette of lusty oils, the prostitute lay upon her pallet lewdly eating grapes that teased her palate.

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The stray sits, tail swishing, staring into the home. He is hungry, eager, yet terrified of closing doors.

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We are the broken buddhas shining through our flaws to illuminate the mountain caves.

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Planning a future takes a lot of time – nearly all the present!

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The Existential Be asked subjunctively, "To be, or not to be?" The answer: "Connect! Only connect!" He became a Conjugal Be and is happy.

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Hungry, tired, lonely, stresses – can anybody help me from these messes? I'll take a nap, eat a snack, but those other two demand caresses.

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Heart found run over. Witnesses alleged suicide, but crime-scene investigators found sign, "Walk This Way," decorated with seductive smile.

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Lazarus arose from his deathlike lethargy — At last! — picked up his bed, threw it in the Rio Grande, and cumbiad down the paseo.

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Gonna. Do I. What the. Gonna. Said that. Dammit. WRITE, you. Too jazzed. Gonna. Read at Festival. RushinOutDoorNoTimeToWrite... I tried.

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The Wise among us softly walk, leave this world alone, and by their deeds undone, they stay unknown.

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Foolish, he waited for his stone goddess to soften, to descend at last from the lofty plinth and kiss him with her lips like flowers.

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Needy, fickle man married withdrawn, mistrustful woman. Why did it end in divorce?

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Wally was a dreamer of great dreams; Wally was a schemer of great schemes. But when his card-house tumbled down, he exhaled his final steam.

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Sweet coffee rich with cream, scone that crumbles to the touch, quietly alone and the laptop set before me — Heaven!

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Her silence: a cracking earthquake that tumbles seas, widens the chasm between us, hot and deep as Hell.

At UTSA's Wild Tongues Conference

TwitterBard at the Wild Tongues conference at The University of Texas at San Antonio. Left to right: Alan Oak (a.k.a. TwitterBard), UTB/TSC alumni Jason Stern, unknown (but beautiful and brilliant) host.

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A man without worries is a man without definition: until he writes a new one.

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"What lies, then, on the other side of suffering?" asked the Student. "Ah," said the Master, "Nothing at all."

'How to Be a Poet" by Wendell Berry

AWESOME!: How To Be a Poet by Wendell Berry : Poetry Magazine : Find Poems and Poets. Discover Poetry.: http://bit.ly/i66KJ via @addthis

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Cool breeze off the Gulf. Frogs sing at the resaca. Palms stretch to heaven.