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A Wild Origin

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“You must be careful

not to deprive

the poem of

its wild origin.”

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~ Stanley Kunitz

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Elfje:

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animal

gone wild

doesn’t play well                                           (with others)*

my aunt Mable’s husband

undomesticated

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Haiku:

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juxtaposition

Mother Natures grand beauty

violent storms destroy

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Poem:

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sitting,
awaiting the appointed time
the crowd is still mingling,
a cacophony of sounds

the meeting is called to order
the hard of hearing keep on talking
can’t miss the ones with attention deficit disorder
antics displayed for the value of shocking

finally the calm is restored
the format is tried and true
the sickest quickly become bored
the newbie doesn’t have a clue

the old timer repeats his only story
trying to sound like the ultimate expert
time is his lone valid claim to glory
really he’s nothing but a shy introvert

first timer recently out of the rehab center
thinks it’s just another group therapy session
doesn’t see the need for a sponsor or a mentor
can’t understand relieving the obsession

the court appointed shows with paper in hand
a few have been known to actually survive
in and out, many seem attached to a rubber band
we know it is God’s blessing that keeps them alive

the ‘I love to hear myself talking’
waits to the bitter end
guaranteed a ten minute clocking
the captive audience has been condemned

time is up, everyone has a different opinion
good, bad or indifferent , it was another hour without drinking
personalities are anonymous inside of our dominion
it is the message that needs to invade our thinking

just keep coming back we are told
by osmosis a well earned sobriety will take hold

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ME and the Boss

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  • Can’t believe my third grade teacher put that on my report card.  1952

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Contradictory Impulses

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“Poetry offers us
the capacity to
carry in us and express
the contradictory impulses
that make us human.”
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~ Kwame Dawes
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Elfje:            (Cinquain)
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gold
silver tarnishes
diamonds are hard
paper is funny money
value
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Haiku:
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lightening is blinding
thunder echoes in the ears
floods from summer storms
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Poem:
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stuff that goes around in my head
people, places and things
forever wondering what lies ahead
why do the good thoughts always have wings
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peace of mind is a pleasant feeling
serenity is not thinking at all
wishing is an exercise in day dreaming
forgetfulness is confronting the wall

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the gerbil cage is eternally squeaking
confused means that it’s time for a nap
just like the lonely never stop speaking
go sit in the corner and don the fool’s cap

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thank goodness that poems can write themselves
this feeble old brain has worn itself out
time to seek assistance from the writing elves
maybe a good deed from an honest boy scout
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if I sit long enough the proverbial fog may lift
to find another poem finished, what a gift.
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