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Bad Poets

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We talk

so abstractly

about poetry

because all of us

are usually

bad poets.”

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― Friedrich Nietzsche

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Elfje:

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words

picture painted

ideas and opinions

verses now being created

poem

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Haiku: (In reverse 7-5-7,  only the bad poet takes poetic license.)

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the babbling brook speaks volumes

fed by winter snows

rushing down to the ocean

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Poem:   Highly Overrated  (My attempt at writing a bad poem)

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a stream of conscience

writing what appears

in the minds eye

not seeking the rhyme or why

just giving the feelings

wings that can or may be attached

to the time and place of their origins

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coming up for air

catching another breath

before diving again into

the unconscious realm of

smokey clouds, that on passing

allow glimpses of sunlight and clarity

to peak through

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drifting along on the pleasant dreams,

fantasies that makes this world bearable,

trying to ignore the necessary formalities,

meditating in silence as the

world passes me by,

alas, reality is very very highly overrated . . .

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Moral: Don’t take yourself too seriously.

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ME and the Boss

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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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