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Whatever It Is

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“I am solitary

as grass.

What is it I miss?

Shall I ever find it,

whatever it is?”

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~ Sylvia Plath

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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stupid

can’t learn

memorized by rote

having not yet learned

ignorant

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Haiku:

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bright lightning flashes

loud thunder claps following

furious wind gust

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Poem:

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It goes, whatever It is.
It will go on without me.
It is life, the quiz.
It is never free.

It is the good question.
It is the dubious answer.
It is the impression.
It is the brain power.

if I caught It
what would I do with It
life is such a nebulous It
living is to enjoy It

It comes.
It goes.
is It a plan from a Higher Source
It is whatever you want It to be

tag – – – your It

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ME and the Boss

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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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