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Your Own Facts

we are the multiverse
each mind reflecting
its own probabilistic existence
and though these reflections
do resonate on occasion
no Ministry of Truth can force them
to fully cohere

Thus whether you are entitled
to your own facts or not
is irrelevant, you do in fact have them

Slow shifts in these facts are possible,
but not really due to persuasion --
rather, through primate socialization
you absorb them from your surroundings
a slow osmosis of other people's facts

And that's the truth.

Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2790267-Truth

The Shepherd

Of all the shepherds in the land –
The story has been told
There’s one whose days are never bland
Made from a different mold

The grass is greener where he walks
The sky a deeper blue
No dogs to steer and guide his flocks
they are a loyal crew

on mountain after mountain pass
they follow him about
where they’ve passed through, there is no grass
but soon enough, it’ll sprout

they fear no predator or thief
and I hear, my oh my
that when they hear JUMP from their chief
they simply ask: how high?

Author notes: wc 96 image from Pinterest

Finding a Happy Medium

Define a happy medium”
My teacher said to me
I didn’t pause or hesitate:
My auntie, Ms. McGee

The classroom snickered and the teach
Did snort and lift his nose
And spoke with his accustomed screech
“And how do you propose

That Ms. McGee fits this request
In English or in Math?
Or will you, sir, if duly pressed
Admit you’re off the path?”

Oh not at all, I said with glee --
I do so love my boasts --
You see, my auntie, Ms. McGee
Communicates with ghosts

And though she’s often foul and rude
And curses as she smokes
You must observe her glowing mood
As she performs her hoax

The table shakes, the flames blow out
The patrons, do pay up
In consultations with her scout
It overflows, her cup

So yes I do stand by my words
A happy medium
And basking in her trade’s rewards
She fears no tedium

Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2769718-2021-Form-Poetry-Rounds---January?c=1172149023

to care is human, to forsake, divine

moved by an image on TV
we open up our credit cards
contributing to charity
to hide the hollows in our hearts
to care is human, and we must
“feels SO much better when you give”
approval, that is what we lust
the bread we hunger to receive
and the forsaken? It’s their fault
must be a reason why they’re cursed
we pass them, souls that turned to salt
and pay the toll, fearing the worst

Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2789399-Your-own-invented-word-or-phrase-