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“The fear of poetry
is an indication
that we are
cut off from
our own reality.”
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― Muriel Rukeyser
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Elfje:
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fear
unknown future
feelings of angst
things you cannot control
reality
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Haiku:
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morning frost and fog
year end season transition
winter comes to call
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Poem:
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all decked out in a Santa outfit
waiting for the children on my lap to sit
trying to catch the magical holiday spirit
to the myth, the legend, I am an adherent
please dear God don’t let the babies cry
doesn’t the whole world know I’m not a bad guy
potty stop visitors, my knee is not for peeing
joy everyone, even if it is just for the time being
must I be politically correct
can I allow my motives to be circumspect
can I suggest the reason for the season
will the thought police hang me for treason
Ho Ho Ho … the Holy spirit has caught me
I accept this world as God wants it to be
do what you must to take care of your business
but we can never forget the meaning of Christmas
. ME and the Boss
ME and the Boss Poetry 