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Bloodied

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“Poetry is

an abstraction

bloodied.”

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~ Wallace Stevens

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More from Reading, PA’s own.

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Elfje: (also known as a Cinquain)

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right

no left

a purposeful distraction

only the artist knows

abstraction

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Haiku:

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a high temperature

seasons begin to collide

freezing tomorrow

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Poem:

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not a corpuscle to be seen

her face turned ashen and then she swooned

detectives would not scour the scene

for them it was just another full mooned

she was only the lovers go between

everyone told her the tryst was doomed

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parents disapproved the high school sweet hearts

the self centered stud seeking his own desires

she was the enabler suffering by fits and starts

he used her by pulling her puppet wires

the delusions of love they fashioned into arts

their passions never consumed by the same fires

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his conquests were often and many

she always stood by turning a blind eye

she knew the times and the names were plenty

her dreams were always pie in the sky

her best friend would not submit, would she help any

she would do anything for him, she let out a sigh

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that fateful night as on the silver screen

she walked to that dark place were all assumed

she was only the lovers go between

everyone told her the tryst was doomed.

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ME and the Boss

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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

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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

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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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