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How The World Works


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“I wouldn’t be surprised if poetry –

poetry in the broadest sense,

in the sense of a world filled with

metaphor, rhyme, and recurring

patterns, shapes, and designs –

is how the world works.

The world isn’t logical;

it’s a song.”

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― David Byrne, Bicycle Diaries

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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silent

invisible waves

nothing to hear

song of the universe

love

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Haiku:

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blessed tradition

celebrating the harvest

appreciation

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Poem:

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poetry is a song
rhyming, lyrical, meant to be sung
meant to educate, to entertain
to flow easily off of the tongue
some aimed at the masses strong
others too obscure to mean anything
best are those with which you can hum along

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poetry is a song
striking its chords on heart and nerve
for the writer it can be anything they want
for the reader a brand new learning curve
ideas that dance, words that prance
somber and dark or fluffy cloud light
best are those whose theme is romance

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poetry is a song
stories that live as long as the language does
heroes and villains, the abused and the innocent
whatever it was and always how it is
some do their work even though rhymeless
God said they all needed to be written
the best, the best are those that are timeless

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― David Byrne, Bicycle Diaries

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Simple

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“The poem must

resist the intelligence

Almost successfully.”

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~ Wallace Stevens

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More from Reading, PA’s

best known  poet . . .

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Elfje: (also know as a Cinquain)

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simple

idiot savant

teacher of genius

out of his mind

perplexed

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Haiku:

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her cheeks blushed ruddy

an icy chill persisted

winter can’t relent

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Thought:

Au contraire . . . my favorite poems

do not resist my  feeble little mind,

they tell a story that piques my imagination.

Simple Simon met a Pieman …

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Poem:

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the world had given him a second chance
awoke him from his mindless trance
eventually learned it was a disease
finally let go of that flying trapeze
at last was invited to join the big dance

learned he could not blame the circumstance
nothing was normal when viewed at a glance
he had to reinvent his A B C’s
learned he needed no expertise

his emotional age it did advance
kindness towards others he did enhance
he could see the forest beyond the trees
his vocabulary now knew thank you and please

with himself he began a new romance
the world had given him a second chance.

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ME and the Boss

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