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These were nearly all written in grade 12 English, and some have references to excessivly obscure things. Until I find time ( and motivation) to explain them all, feel free to ask me about particulars which catch your curiosity.
I Must say though, that some have never been revised, and I don't consider them to be presentable. They are here only so that the series will be complete.

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OriginalPersonifications
Mark IILonesomness
The thirdBig-Bang
Haikus
Number 5Aborted Breakfast
6 of KixKind of Existential crysis
Seventh, in the H.H of T.Awakening
Volume 8The Secret


The Original Bowl of Kix

I stared into my bowl of kix
  The bowl stared back at me.
I made a channel through the bits
  and they all stepped aside
I clanked the table with my spoon
  whose metal sung out clear.
I dumped the spoon back in the bowl
  Which burbles with the blow.
The milk jumped up and danced around
  Then dove back to the depths.
I listened closely to the bits
  to learn their secret plans.
They popped and wizzed and made a fuss
  But didn't tell me !@#$
So then I poured them down my throught
  and felt them die of fright.

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  Bowl of Kix, Mark II

I stared into my bowl of kix, the bowl stared back at me
  And in it's silent gaze I saw my life's geometry
The structure of my ev'ry hour was in my breakfast bowl
  But one large part was troubled thus: there was a gaping hole.
That place would be the central point to which all lines would flow;
  A reason lief's worth all the crap! The space was empty though.
A sad, and empty spot it was, like that within my heart
  Yet mere some beauty smiling there would make it perfect art.
I need someone to dote upon, yet she must love me some,
  And she'd replace my bowl of kix on cold linolium.
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  Kixerd the III

I stared into my bowl of kix
  The bowl stared back at me.
I asked it who it thought it was
  It said "Your Deity."
My God! (My bowl,) Just spoke to me
  With me, god would converse!
I took this chance to ask my Kix
  About the Universe.
I asked it how this all began,
  The Universe I mean;
He said it started out real small
  But mere' a lima bean
It then expanded realy fast
  A big, blue, bright baloon
(Unless you were inside it, Then
  The colour was maroon.)
He added then some fusion suns
  And planitoids as well
Concentric circles they were in:
  A Cosmic Carrosell!
He then got bored, my breakfast said,
  And wanted something new.
So on a planitoid he made
  amino-acid stew
That's what my breakfast said to me
  But They think that's absurd.
So now I'm in a mantal home,
  A loony coo-coo bird

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  Haikus 4 the Kix Within -25.04.96

From my bowl of kix --- came a phrase; the perfect mix! --- So I wrote a PWOP
Underneith the sun --- I write this now, Oh what fun! --- Never will I STOP
Cloudy was the day --- And depressing, oh so grey --- Many floors to MOP
Cricket oh so gay --- Twirling all your life away --- Quickly spinning TOP
Dusk of ebbing life --- On my breast, so sharp this knife --- leves are quick to DROP
Dormant, waiting long --- When will birds restart their song? --- New buds strain to POP
Insects in the air --- Rabbits breeding everywhere! --- No more carrot CROP!
Little frog of boys, --- children playing with thoir toys --- Girls who scotch and HOP
School; Grey and cold --- Teenaged Children; middle old --- Magic cards they'll SWAP
Orcish Farmers dwell --- Near the battle very well --- Fields are turned to SLOP
Two-One Banding wall. --- Though it's size is very small --- it's a sharp CALTROP
Actors, in my eye --- lack in skill if they rely --- Much uppon a PROP
English cobble stones --- Cartilage so much like bones --- hooves that say "clip CLOP"
Dusting all of snow --- Autumn to the past must go --- Downwards life will FLOP
English twelve shows the --- Onomatopoia --- In such words as "PLOP"
Though most girls like dolls --- All of them will flock to malls --- Females love to SHOP
Health freaks like the spring --- But they must like everything --- If they can drink YOP
These are getting bad --- So I think perhaps I had --- Better STOP THE PWOP!

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  Bowl of Kix #5

I stared into my bowl of kix, the bowl stared back at me
I said to her "I can't eat this! it's sentient as can be!
  Just like the beans that burp with gas
  and bakon screams, a seething mass
  this food's alive! I tell you Lass!"
And She said "Shure! I See!"

I found a table, clean and clear, and on it placed my brunch
I buttered up my Jammy toast, was just about to munch
  And then it jumped away from me
  It scampered off with teeasing glee
  and with a Leap, my toast was Free!
(A Passing foot went Crunch.)

With sinking hopes, I tried the next: A grapefruit in a bowl
To eat my fill and leave in peace. This was my simple goal.
  I offered it a nice fair truce.
  My spoon dug in, and then its juice
  spat in my eyes! That's plain abuse!
('Twas gone with one deft roll.)

My Breakfast had embarrased me. Mallicious little bums.
Although I mearly wanted food, they wouldn't give me crumbs!
  The juice had spattered in my face,
  my kix were a distinct new race,
  and of my toast, there was no trace.
(so I just ate some Tums.)

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  The Six of Kix (Villanelle)

I stared into my bowl of kix, the bowl stared back at me
I wondered then if they all had a universal roll
My breakfast's silence made me question all reality.

Why's IT inanimate, where I've got personality?
What IS there keeping cerial from having it's own soul?
I stared into my bowl of kix, the bowl stared back at me.

My mind preceives. But what if It thinks just as sentiently?
It plots right now! It's secret plan; A hushed, unspoken goal
My breakfast's silence made me question all reality.

But why stop just at mortal? It could be a Deity.
And over the whole universe my breakfast has control.
I stared into my bowl of kix, the bowl stared back at me.

"This makes no sense," I try to think, "It simply cannot be!"
It sits there silent, knewing all, inside that little bowl.
My breakfast's silence made me question all reality.

The thouhgts like this grew in my mind. They're all thatt I could see
My focus, my whole self, was beitg drawn into that hole.
I stared into my bowl of kix, the bowl stared back at me.
My breakfast's silence made me question all reality.

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  The Seventh Kix in the Holy House of Tenors

I stared into my bowl of kix, The bowl stared back at me
  I noticed not it's tired look; I sat unconciously.
An icy torrent, cold and white splashed down into my bowl.
  My breakfast, in this freezing flood was chilled down to its soul.
But, oozing through venitian blinds, the light of dawn poured slow,
  And on my kix a pattern made, alternate come and go.
The morning music softly played its languid, lazy tune,
  And gent'ly urging sponsers sing of sales coming soon.
The fridge joins in with happy hum to background D.J. whisp'ring
  And from my bowl, the crikling sound of cerial's soft lisping.
And all my senses stirring then awoke me easily.
  So oh, my tranquil bowl of kix, I am obliged to thee.

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  Volume 8: The Secret of Kix

  I stared into my bowl of Kix, the bowl stared back at me.
From this small phrase I have begot a hoard of poetry.
  For something has inspired me And makes me want to write.
In fact, it keeps me up right now allthough it's late at night.
  Perhaps it's the reflectiveness suggested by these words.
And "Kix" is far superior to "lumps of cheesy curds."
  More likely, it's pure "Poetry", That strange, ellusive thing
Which makes my brain waves lap at shores Where mystic voices sing.
  It PLEASES so, to hear the rhymes in metre smooth and square,
And keeps me going even if I'm bored with what is there.
  And things can be interpreted in many diff'rent ways.
A reader sees two things distinct upon two diff'rent days.
  Yet when we're reading proes we want a clean and static view.
We think there's just One meaning which is singularly true.
  It's known that when a person rhymes And fits things into verse
They ought to be forgiven if their clearity is worse.
  I happen to abuse this fact as if it were a wall.
And say things that would otherwise be never said at all.
  Should someone be a lot opposed To that which I have said,
I can respond they got it wrong: Their argument is dead.
  When I say "Love", I may mean that for life we should be paired,
But if for her, that's way too strong, She may read just "he cared."
  I also will be humorous to lighten up the blow;
It could seem all unserious If one should wish it so.
  Like this I wildly say the things That pruednce would with hold.
And now this knowledge is released. My secret has been told

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