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Can Or Can’t

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“Secretly, deep down,

everybody on Earth

believes they can

write poetry,

apart from the members

of the Poets’ Guild,

who know they can’t.”

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― K.J. Parker

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Elfje:

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join

the guild

become a member

do what you can

artisan

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Haiku:

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the lakes calm surface

boats gently drifting along

summer welcomes peace

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Poem:

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just another day

attempting some frenetic foreplay

happenings in the life of the ordinary

pretending to be the good fairy

trying to justify their existence

never ever going the entire distance

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their immutable style is passe

off to church every Sunday

one never expects the corollary

high school sweethearts they did marry

always following the path of least resistance

years of  mostly compatible coexistence

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only their preacher knows how to pray

a few sad hearts when they passed away

to good morals they were never contrary

the quality of life is usually arbitrary

happy  to live a life of adequate subsistence

those remembered gave the most assistance

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to the piper we all must pay

never ever overextend your stay

from the straight and narrow we must not vary

the easiest target hit is the one that is stationary

to be extraordinary exercise some gnarly persistence

while pretending to be the poet laureate in residence

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ME and the Boss

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Bloodied

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“Poetry is

an abstraction

bloodied.”

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~ Wallace Stevens

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More from Reading, PA’s own.

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Elfje: (also known as a Cinquain)

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right

no left

a purposeful distraction

only the artist knows

abstraction

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Haiku:

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a high temperature

seasons begin to collide

freezing tomorrow

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Poem:

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not a corpuscle to be seen

her face turned ashen and then she swooned

detectives would not scour the scene

for them it was just another full mooned

she was only the lovers go between

everyone told her the tryst was doomed

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parents disapproved the high school sweet hearts

the self centered stud seeking his own desires

she was the enabler suffering by fits and starts

he used her by pulling her puppet wires

the delusions of love they fashioned into arts

their passions never consumed by the same fires

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his conquests were often and many

she always stood by turning a blind eye

she knew the times and the names were plenty

her dreams were always pie in the sky

her best friend would not submit, would she help any

she would do anything for him, she let out a sigh

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that fateful night as on the silver screen

she walked to that dark place were all assumed

she was only the lovers go between

everyone told her the tryst was doomed.

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ME and the Boss

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