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“Poetry is not an expression
of the party line.
It’s that time of night,
lying in bed,
thinking
what you really think,
making the private world public,
that’s what the poet does.”
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~ Allen Ginsberg
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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private
my story
who I am
what I want to be (One too many … but who cares ? ? ?)
personal
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Haiku:
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rain, rain go away
come again some other day
today’s game is called
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Poem: mother’s day
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mother always said
there is no such thing as free
she always knew what was in my head
she even knew when I had to pee
mothers intuition I later learned
passed on from mother to mother
with our welfare she was concerned
gifts of love we learned to give one another
the neighborhood hot line was very speedy
she knew what was done before we got home
no need in trying to be sneaky
she said she heard it from the garden gnome
her artistic touch brightened our world
stories about us made the grandchildren laugh
the time when aunt Mickey had our hair curled
memories shared with an old photograph
mothers deserve more than one day
cherish yours while you still can
know that hers is a price we can never repay
love doesn’t work on the installment plan
love is not free, so we all must work for it
when in doubt, just copy your mother’s wit
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ME and the Boss.
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