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I'm in a canoe




Im in my light body
with my cherokee blood.
My black soul reminded of
when I escaped from the hoods.
Drifting on water
stolen from illegals.
Wind from the flight
of Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
I can hear
Robert Pirsigs motorcycle pass.
I drink water
turned wine from an outdated flask.
I discuss Taoism
with tigger and Winnie the Pooh
as eye stare at the stars
on my back in a canoe.





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  1. I think we have read a lot of the same books! I enjoyed this poem very much. Life from the bottom of a canoe - a great perspective!

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  2. Ron - you crack me up. that's what happens when you hang with Tigger and Winnie
    I'm always surprised by your writing - pleasantly


    we appreciate your huge support weekly of One Shot
    moon grin

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  3. tricky fun. where be the piglet?

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  4. Next time I'm in a canoe, I'm going to try looking at the world from this perspective. It's quirky...and it's intriguing.

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  5. There's always "The Tao of Pooh" by Benjamin Hoff, if you haven't already read it.

    Nice One Shot, Theron!

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  6. in a canoe..
    what we know
    we just don't know
    the world turns around
    in the face of the moon
    soon
    it will hide again
    into a cresent
    blushing
    and raw

    -:)

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  7. Like the rhyme in this one, would go very well with music, I think.

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  8. I loved this one too.. and I have loved the book by Richard Bach including this one, the "One" and I think the best one by Richard Bach was "The Illusions"
    Thanks for reminding me of the same..

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
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  9. "Wind from the flight
    of Jonathan Livingston Seagull"
    Great line that both adds to the overall meaning and imagery. Fine poem.

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  10. Nothing mixes with dark like dry humor--it's the peanut butter in the chocolate, and this poem is like wine in the glass. Nice.

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