Inspired Talent

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“Talent is a faucet.

When it is on,

one must write.

Inspiration is a farce

that poets have invented

to give themselves

importance.”

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~ Jean Anouilh

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Elfje:

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poetry

begats itself

words need partners

imagined images made real

inspired                                        ( or is that “talented”  ? ? )

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Haiku:

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cold north’rn clipper

winter descends abruptly

natures call to sleep

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Poem:

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happy eyes say glad to see ya
the smile echoes the feeling
wonderful greetings that shout aha
the giggles, the laughs, the squealing

so we don’t speak the same language
the body knows you’re a friend
being cute does have it’s advantage
the heart doesn’t like to pretend

the warm fuzzies that make memories last
a tender touch that makes two into one
contentment  and sentimentality unsurpassed
nothing can ever be lost in translation

who needs words    ? ? ?
friends for a day, friends for a lifetime
hate and anger are for the birds
let the moment say, “will you be mine”

have a friend, be a friend, smile
know that sharing makes this life worthwhile

ME and the Boss

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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

ME and the Boss

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