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“You can tell
it’s a poem
because it’s swimming
in a little gel pack
of white space.
That shows it’s a poem.”
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~ Nicholson Baker, The Anthologist
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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reading
or writing
between the lines
ideas that grow horns
poetry
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Haiku:
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the thirsty plant sighs
welcomed spring showers arrive
nature replenished
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Poem:
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cacophony of the house
too many selfish bodies
hard of hearing spouse
each their own secret follies
everyone has their own device
each competing for attention
advertisers vying to entice
subliminal below comprehension
time for a vacation
need to seek the silence
the oceans roar salvation
regaining emotional balance
God teaching me patience
different strokes for different folks
are their steps to teach us tolerance
delusional reality or just a hoax
can meditation stop the noise
who is inconveniencing whom
because they know how it annoys
only made worse because we presume
shut the door
turn out the light
time to snore
say goodnight
ME and the Boss
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“We talk
so abstractly
about poetry
because all of us
are usually
bad poets.”
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― Friedrich Nietzsche
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Elfje:
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words
picture painted
ideas and opinions
verses now being created
poem
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Haiku: (In reverse 7-5-7, only the bad poet takes poetic license.)
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the babbling brook speaks volumes
fed by winter snows
rushing down to the ocean
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Poem: Highly Overrated (My attempt at writing a bad poem)
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a stream of conscience
writing what appears
in the minds eye
not seeking the rhyme or why
just giving the feelings
wings that can or may be attached
to the time and place of their origins
coming up for air
catching another breath
before diving again into
the unconscious realm of
smokey clouds, that on passing
allow glimpses of sunlight and clarity
to peak through
drifting along on the pleasant dreams,
fantasies that makes this world bearable,
trying to ignore the necessary formalities,
meditating in silence as the
world passes me by,
alas, reality is very very highly overrated . . .
Moral: Don’t take yourself too seriously.
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