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The Absurd Poem

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“Where joy

in an old pencil

is not absurd.”

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― May Sarton

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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history

being made

some just yesterday

mostly many years ago

repeats

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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)

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wannabe the king

egotism on steroids

self defeating dud

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Poem:

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ideas, ideas, what to write
the poem is not feeling very contrite
reject, too sad, reject, too silly
can we compose using a calla lily

inspiration is everywhere
mostly a wish, sometimes a prayer
does God know what I am thinking
old age, the brain is really shrinking

frustrated by the too many red lights
send me a bucket of bright green sights
most people live in the yellow zone
going through life as a mindless drone

time to throw caution into the wind
reposition the crooked frame of mind
forget the dreary, grab on to the whimsy
believe, Santa does come down the chimney

Milne, Potter, Carroll, Baum and Suess
adults on a children’s level thesaurus
stories that animate many a dream
original builders of a new theme

we know what Poe did for the mystery
in writers parlance the rest is history
is it a mind that big or a mind that wide
that one can imagine beyond the true and tried

is it words or rhyme that must transcend
that allows the poem to have a worthy end
is it the journey, the thinking, that satisfies
or is it maybe a try at the Pulitzer prize

smoke coming from the ears, a true visual sign
the thoughts have crossed the proverbial goal line
time to wrap it up with a big red bow
time to return to reality, the here and now

ciao.

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ME and the Boss

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Be Real – Have No Fear

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“The fear of poetry

is an indication

that we are

cut off from

our own reality.”

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― Muriel Rukeyser

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Elfje:

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fear

unknown future

feelings of angst

things you cannot control

reality

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Haiku:

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morning frost and fog

year end season transition

winter comes to call

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Poem:

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all decked out in a Santa outfit
waiting for the children on my lap to sit
trying to catch the magical holiday spirit
to the myth, the legend,  I am an adherent

please dear God don’t let the babies cry
doesn’t the whole world know I’m not a bad guy
potty stop visitors, my knee is not for peeing
joy everyone, even if it is just for the time being

must I be politically correct
can I allow my motives to be circumspect
can I suggest the reason for the season
will the thought police hang me for treason

Ho Ho Ho  … the Holy spirit has caught me
I accept this world as God wants it to be
do what you must to take care of your business
but we can never forget the meaning of Christmas

 

. ME and the Boss


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