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What’s Important

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“Poetry is not

the most important

thing in life…

I’d much rather lie

in a hot bath

reading Agatha Christie

and sucking sweets.

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~ Dylan Thomas

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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sweet

dessert first

vanilla or chocolate

cake, pie, ice cream

delicious

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

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voyeur hides his glance

invading your privacy

grabbing a sick thrill

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Poem:

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thunderstorms welcome the summer solstice
birds, bees and trees have a thankful cordis
the farmer amused to hear his corn growing
the stream in the meadow close to overflowing

while in the city there are riots of anarchy
youthful exuberance on the verge of insanity
looting and pillaging just because they can
motives falsely stated by the leftist newsman

no mind, no matter, just worlds apart
just hatred and fear, no loving heart
will the vote bring the country together
or will we be in for some rough weather

will the left take some rights away
can one be punished for what they don’t say
can the conservatives win a peace
will there always be a need for police

why worry, just try your best to be content
write a poem if you really need to vent
we will never know all of the conspiracy theories
just get it done so we can have a World Series

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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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