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If artists untrained
are folk artist are poets’
untrained called foets?
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If a foet good
a poet be, if not
a fauxet is he
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When a poet steals,
skimming others despair, they’re
Poe-thetic I fear
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I’d pen another
but best to end here, humor
forced not fun to share
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A summer morning lovely,
I dashed out for a walk.
The birds were singing cheerfully,
we all then had a talk.
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They asked me where I’m going,
I told them I don’t know.
They said they’re not surprised,
that’s how humans go.
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They’re always going someplace,
not often knowing where.
You’d think they own this planet,
the one we have to share.
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I feared my life was over,
Hitchcock came to mind.
A war soon was coming,
everything against mankind.
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I hurried home to safety,
not knowing what to do.
My dog now too looks scary,
gnawing on a plastic chew.
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No-Ku
No Haiku today
Sunny thoughts all gone astray
Fog of yesterday
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Ash
Coffee and a smoke
Hot ink burns paper beneath
fumes of wet ash rise
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To
To live is to love
To love is to share your life
To share is to live
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If Jesus had a gun there’d be no Christianity.
If Jesus had a say he’d end this insanity.
But if you choose to play this deadly game.
Choose when “shall not” and “might not” are the same?
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But maker if there be will decide who won.
Prizes to be: peace or the heat of the sun.
To not fear is to fear not the end.
To fear is to violently defend.
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Some will kill with vigor.
Some hesitate to pull the trigger.
But a trigger’s pulled either way,
Just another death, another day.
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This loss of life is no one’s gain.
To lose ourselves with altered brain,
Strap on our cloaks of invincibility.
Defy the bonds of sensibility.
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Children pass and mothers cry.
The bad guy’s always the other guy.
But math doesn’t lie,
Too many people die.
.
There’s some that do, some that don’t.
There’s some that will, some that won’t.
Can there be willingness without desire?
Lines too thin burn easily in fire.
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If Jesus had a second shot,
Would he take it? – I think not.
I’ll end this quiz with a wish – not long,
For those of you that pray. – Pray I’m wrong. .
The End
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My world is quite small as you can see,
holds fewer monsters that’ll scare me.
Though they’re there, under bed too,
in the mirror they see you!
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Outside, you know, they’re everywhere.
They happily haunt without a care.
With unwanted visits, I’m never alone.
These monster’s I fear are all my own.
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Lurking weighty on shadowy shelves,
they’re all the weaknesses of ourselves.
All reminders of what we’re not.
That’s why monsters scare us a lot
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The End
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