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Mismatched

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“Poetry:

three mismatched shoes

at the entrance

of a dark alley.”

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― Charles Simic

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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pair

two alike

dryer eats one

need to wear  two

mismatched

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Haiku:

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manicured landscape

nature will have the last laugh

weeds and brambles win

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Poem:

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life is a series of metaphors
every good poem contains one or three
explaining the whats and wherefores
what has been and what shall be

metaphors that compare the plant
thoughts that reflect the animal
philosophies by Emmanuel Kant
ideas that are hopefully compatible

what has my life been like
over the river and through the woods
forever paying tolls on the turnpike
or dreaming of a life awash with falsehoods.

will tomorrow be a different allegory
or more of the same boring trite cliches
knowing everyone will tell a different story
the ignorant feigning an attitude blase

my choice of analogies is to be smart
or should the simile be clever
or should I lead with my heart
who me, my life a metaphor, never  . . .

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Never Equal

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Poetry is an orphan

of silence.

The words never quite

equal the experience

behind them.

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Charles Simic

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Elfje:

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silence

inadequate words

poets can’t explain

been there done that

experience

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Haiku:

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can’t express my thoughts

experience the teacher

at a loss for words

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POEM:

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He said you’ll love  the experience
can’t find the words to describe it
he was know as a grandiose hypocrite
who feigned that he lived in luxuriance

women feared he possessed prurience
his objective was to never commit
to enter his heart he gave no permit
his demeanor put on a smug indifference

her beauty would turn every head
the deportment was poised and polished
many a man she spiritually demolished
two opposites that would eventually wed

that was all the family could accomplish
because,
would you believe that they were Amish

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prurience: is when someone pays too much attention to sex.

having fun with the sonnet format,
the poem took on a life of t’s own,
even I am surprised.

ME and the Boss

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slinking around being mysterious

his actions hinted of the nefarious


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