What You Really Think

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“Poetry is not an expression

of the party line.

It’s that time of night,

lying in bed,

thinking

what you really think,

making the private world public,

that’s what the poet does.”

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~ Allen Ginsberg

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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private

my story

who I am

what I want to be                   (One too many … but who cares ? ? ?)

personal

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Haiku:

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rain, rain go away

come again some other day

today’s game is called

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Poem:    mother’s day

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mother always said
there is no such thing as free
she always knew what was in my head
she even knew when I had to pee

mothers intuition I later learned
passed on from mother to mother
with our welfare she was concerned
gifts of love we learned to give one another

the neighborhood hot line was very speedy
she knew what was done before we got home
no need in trying to be sneaky
she said she heard it from the garden gnome

her artistic touch brightened our world
stories about us made the grandchildren laugh
the time when aunt Mickey had our hair curled
memories shared with an old photograph

mothers deserve more than one day
cherish yours while you still can
know that hers is a price we can never repay
love doesn’t work on the installment plan

love is not free, so we all must work for it
when in doubt, just copy your mother’s wit

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ME and the Boss.

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Awareness

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“The only thing

that can save the world

is the reclaiming of the

awareness of the world.

That’s what poetry does.”

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~ Allen Ginsberg

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Elfje:

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bright

warm feeling

clouds gently billow

plants nod in agreement

sun

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Haiku:  (traditional 5-7-5 )

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wind gently whispers

nature calls for attention

all senses aroused

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Haiku: (modern 6-5-6)

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wobbly earth fluctuates

species come and go

global warming happens

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POEM:

does the world need to be saved
my mortality really doesn’t care
legacies belong to the depraved

my garden feeds the birds and the bees
does nature notice that I am aware
will all be erased by another disease

can my poem be the lighthouse
will artificial intelligence become god
do universities create the theories to espouse

few are the souls who salvation is craved
is there anything that is not flawed
does the world need to be saved.

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ME and the Boss

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