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My Pleasure

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“If it ain’t

a pleasure,

it ain’t

a poem.

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― William Carlos Williams

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Elfje:

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read

and write

compose the idea

make the words sing

poetry

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Haiku:

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spring blooms prolific

nature provides the pleasure

melted snow feeds brook

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Poem:

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twinkle, twinkle little star

nursery rhymes written from afar

how I wonder what you are

whose hand was caught in the cookie jar

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star light star bright

does heaven only come out at night

can all of my wishes come true tonight

simple pleasures our souls delight

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hickory dickory dock

everyone ran from the mouse in the clock

so glad the rodents don’t come in a flock

we’d cut off their tails with a tomahawk

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Old King Cole was a merry old soul

got lost while out taking an evening stroll

wonder if he knew about the black hole

time out, snack time, chinese spring roll

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And now poor Simple Simon bids you all “Adieu”

he’d come to get you but there is a hole in his canoe

we’ll end this little ditty with a happy thank you

and looking forward to seeing you’ll at (in) the zoo

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my pleasure

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ME and the Boss

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Clearly Unclear

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A poet dares be just so clear

and no clearer…

He unzips the veil from beauty,

but does not remove it.

A poet utterly clear

is a trifle glaring.”

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~ E.B. White

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Elfje:

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wrote

big words

what I said

not what I meant

poetry

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Haiku:

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natures poetry

flora and fauna concur

birds sing her praises

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the earth in rhythm

the universe will respond

a song of silence

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we enjoy color

for each season has its own

a painted poem

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Poem:

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each word has a voice of its own

no matter in which language spoken

its meaning trying to be known

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poetry preys upon the sounds

stories hidden in the meanings

in meters or stanzas or rounds

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most masters were very prolific

their works filling numerous tomes

many or most of those somnific

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those poets whose famous lines people know

those versifiers the critics consider the greatest

they are all birds of a feather, albatross or crow

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poems by the thousands each day have grown

what will determine whose will be well known

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ME and the Boss

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another Robert Frost form utalized

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