Open Sesame

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“poems

open doors;

that don’t

even exist.”

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― Basith

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Elfje:

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locked

can’t open

no one answers

don’t have the ley

exasperation

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Haiku:

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nature has no doors

Her world is magical

secrets man can’t find

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Poem:

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black, beady, shifty eyes
squinting slants of trouble
the hate he could not disguise
his laugh an evil chuckle

no one calls him friend
his manners are deplorable
everyone he tries to offend
the damage he does is horrible

some crafts try to make him adorable
they say for food he can be trained
his being is an existance allegorical
an exercise in frustration for the harebrained

the pest, the nuisance, the creature dogmatic
what to do about the squirrel in the attic

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Muffled Syllables

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“The muffled syllables that Nature speaks

Fill us with deeper longing for her word;

She hides a meaning that the spirit seeks,

She makes a sweeter music than is heard.”

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― George Santayana

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Elfje: (Cinquain)

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listen

in silence

the universe sings

every molecule dances accordingly

harmony

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Haiku:

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the relentless sun

hot muggy and oppressing

the summer swelters

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Poem:

nap time, babies and oldsters
completing natures cycle
bottle to bottle, diapers to diapers
ashes to ashes and dust to dust

God gives babies to the young
those who have the strength
the oldest are attended by the mature
those who have the obligation

there is no creature that doesn’t sleep
some by day most by night
some require the counting of sheep
the young just usually put up a fight

the lucky may have a pleasant dream
unfortunates are haunted by the nightmare
does night vision have a vivid color scheme
how long is a day to the hibernating bear

sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite
and may your dreams take you as high as a kite

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