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Dead Reckoning

Dead  Reckoning

It's an estimate by whatever means available,
no magic radar or satnav, nothing nautical;
we here of orientation but now it's sexual,
must be derogatory, not really complimentary.

We take a guess, how often are we right?
I thought you might forgive me, my guiding light,
I'll engage the use of the stars, Andromeda,
but anything I do turns out to be an anathema.

Now, when that guess is correct, whoop-de-do,
pat on the back, serenity for just me and you,
buying until the next time, buying only time,
but what do I get for my nickel and dime?

Straight in a line, can you find your destination?
Now you know, if you select the right inclination.

 

 

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Terry Reeves

Hi Hj,
Thanks so much,
Love,
Terry.
xoxo

 

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Tony Taylor

Wow TERRY!!...this is such great wordplay.....Bringing the title of your poem ~ "Dead Reckoning" to light and to life with such fun and quite insightful phrasing that colors and shines it up until it is utterly, completely, and brightly understood!!......ALL STARS & PINNED!!......Bravo brother!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo  : )

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Terry Reeves

Hi Tony.
Thanks so much -
some trite things are just waiting
for our expertise!
Love,
Terry.
xoxo

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