Nonsense

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“If I had a world of my own,

everything would be nonsense.

Nothing would be what it is,

because everything would be 

what it isn’t.

And contrary wise, what is, 

it wouldn’t be.

And what it wouldn’t be,

it would.

You see?”

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~ Lewis Carroll

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Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

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Elfje:

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diametric

opposite worlds

inverse to reverse

assumed to be real

nonsense

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Haiku

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the jabberwocky

doesn’t need make any sense

natures world does

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Poem:

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poetry so serious
the truth so mysterious
thinking outside of the box
being as sly as a fox

do poems need to be true
words all mixed up like a stew
having fun piquing one’s imagination
choosing a lyric that is thracian

defining the poets little world by writing
avoiding the mundane by trying to be exciting
making it up as they go along
glad to know that they can’t be wrong

those who can’t rhyme as they compose
justify the effort by calling it poetic prose
the poem should always be a total performance
even when the content is gobbledygook nonsense

believe, you are a poet, you simply don’t know it
just pretend that you’re building a banana split
so write, write, the words precisely right
and allow your soul to take flight.

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ME and the Boss

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don’t know what from this might be,

just made it up ….

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The Gift of Words

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“I am the poet of the poor,

because I was poor when I loved;

since I could not give gifts,

I gave words.”

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~ Ovid

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Elfje:

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words

when shared

from the heart

the most rewarding gift

compliment

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Haiku:

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spoken or written

words cannot define nature

her seasons of love

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Poem:

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his feelings could not find the word
love and hate and everything in between
laughing and crying his thoughts unheard
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confused ideas kept in his head
searching for a way to escape
fear kept them from being said
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spoken with an impulsive urge
tripping over his own tongue
from what language did they emerge
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written, over, over and over again
even the thesaurus was of no help
his somatesthesia was all in vain
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eventually silence was all that he heard
his feelings could not find the word.

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ME and the Boss

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This form was borrowed from Robert Frost,  “Acquainted with the Night”

somatesthesia: the perception of tactual or gut sensations;

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