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“…the collective
wisdom of humanity
[is] enshrined
in its poetry.”
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~ Robyn Donald
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Elfje:
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jump
spin around
À la quatrième
do the boogie woogie
dance
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Haiku:
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clearing winter’s mess
careful to save the new growth
spring is but a dream
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Poem:
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where is the fine line of sanity
or is insane not a place at all
not me, invisibly cloaked in vanity
delusions acerbated by alcohol
did I drink too much and became crazy
or was I crazy and I drank too much
could have done different but was too lazy
should have but I really needed a crutch
would have but I ignored my mother
make amends, clear the wreckage
learn to rely upon a Higher Power
be prepared to carry the recovery message
a simple program for complicated people
how we were restored to sane thinking
ME and the Boss
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“If my poetry aims
to achieve anything,
it’s to deliver people
from the limited ways
in which they see and feel.”
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― Jim Morrison
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Elfje:
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opinion
tunnel vision
one way street
no rhyme no reason
majority
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Haiku:
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eyes closed aroma
spring repopulates the earth
nature seduces
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Poem:
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he clings tenaciously to his comfort zone
he adamantly denies that he is a clone
he statistically fits into the status quo
his wife has replaced him with a rubber dildo
the kids don’t introduce him to their friends
he spends his days making unnecessary amends
the local bowling league failed to re-invite him
his insurance man told him to not go near the gym
the ultimate fanatic he paints his face in the home team colors
people in the office will only comment, “he knows his numbers”
time is making him old and he is totally oblivious
like too many lives the ending is sadly piteous
if only he could have been persuaded to read a poem
ME and the Boss
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