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My Pleasure

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“If it ain’t

a pleasure,

it ain’t

a poem.

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― William Carlos Williams

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Elfje:

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read

and write

compose the idea

make the words sing

poetry

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Haiku:

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spring blooms prolific

nature provides the pleasure

melted snow feeds brook

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Poem:

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twinkle, twinkle little star
nursery rhymes written from afar
how I wonder what you are
whose hand was caught in the cookie jar

star light star bright
does heaven only come out at night
can all of my wishes come true tonight
simple pleasures our souls delight

hickory dickory dock
everyone ran from the mouse in the clock
so glad the rodents don’t come in a flock
we’d cut off their tails with a tomahawk

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
got lost while out taking an evening stroll
wonder if he knew about the black hole
time out, snack time, chinese spring roll

And now poor Simple Simon bids you all “Adieu”
he’d come to get you but there is a hole in his canoe
we’ll end this little ditty with a happy thank you
and looking forward to seeing you’ll at (in) the zoo

my pleasure

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ME and the Boss

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What Does It Mean

“all they want to do is tie

the poem to a chair with rope

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torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose

to find out what it really means.”

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― Billy Collins

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Elfje:

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possibly

the truth

the whole truth

lying cops a plea

confession

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Haiku:

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no silence in spring

natures chorus seeking mates

music to God’s ear

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Poem:

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motives; body, mind and soul
as mysterious as a black hole
our wants and needs mostly ego driven
justification by purposeful commission

deep inside is it nurture or nature
character or appearance a portraiture
the sickest act like a magic chameleon
memory and events destined for oblivion

those who can’t, teach or become a politician
common sense does in no way improve cognition
the unethical shrink seeks a plausible explanation
the healthy see only the mentally deranged aberration

the simple mind deduces that there is no rhyme or reason
so sad that politically incorrect can’t be construed as treason
history repeats and human nature again is wrong
what remains will be left to the elements, the strong.

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ME and the Boss

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