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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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“all they want to do is tie
the poem to a chair with rope
and
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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