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Category Archives: poem
TO WRITE A POEM
To write a happy poem don’t you need to be happy? Liar if you’re not. At this moment I’m neither happy nor unhappy. So…not much fuel in that tank. No one wants a gloomy poem. What’s left? Mad? Ditto for … Continue reading
A WHAT-IS-IT?
ALAS THE POOR CLICHÉ Once a cliché was all there was In the land of milk and honey If the cat’s got your tongue, A frog’s in … Continue reading
Look at Me
I am a bear. But am I really? My identity is caught mid-stream. Can you help me out? When you look into my eyes what do you see? Do you see you or do you see me? No longer a … Continue reading
An ACOA’s Confession
This old violin has lost some of her strings and like many an ACOA* she’s filled to the brim with lizards, and things but mainly her stuffing is jello. When I awoke in the night and turned on the light … Continue reading
Old-Fashioned Politicking
THE POET FOR COUNCILMAN To The Voters of the Town of Martinsville Two years ago as you know well The Ticket bore my name And if you scratched it off or not I thanked you just the same Again I … Continue reading
New Roommate, Reblogged Poem Fragment by lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
Originally posted on lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown:
New Roommate, Chapter 2 I have the need to be alone, to hide away, sequester, but my roommate never leaves the room! She’s somewhat of a nester. She seems to…
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A Poem Can Be About Anything
A Poem Can Be About Anything What shall I share today of me; the shades that sleep under my tree? The wild dogs of the night who drool, or getting an A while yet in school? Poems mirror … Continue reading
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