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A wordy poem
no one reads. Haiku condense
The poet concedes
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A wordy poem
no one reads. Haiku condense
The poet concedes
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sck121415
What sticks in your head
and sees the darkness? It’s a
Go-Poe camera
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Once a word written
fiction is literally
a reality
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I’m not a Luddite
I’m waiting for science to
Catch up to my needs
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Sck110515
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The average are
consistently proficient
at all they pursue
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sck110315
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How’s a thesaurus
and a dog similar? They’re both
A writer’s best friend
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sck110115
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I
If windows had doors
users would not be locked out
nearly as often
*
II
If windows were doors
users could explore rather
than simply observe
*
III
If windows wasn’t gates
seeing apples would have been
jobs for everyone
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My words may never
go anywhere, but at least
I start and finish
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Improvise away
Care not of what others say
and carpe diem
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~
Some say I’m aloof
lazy, stupid and a goof
Their presence the proof
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~
Once called pathetic,
wrongly I heard poetic.
Change kept euphoric.
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~
Odd can get even.
Yet the evens must maintain
their balancing act
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~
When someone refers
to themselves as a sage, they’re
probably just green.
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After a week of
constipation even a
little word feels good
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sck100815
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I refuse to write
anything at all until
this writers block ends!
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sck100415
~
Writers block is good.
When I want to write about
something familiar.
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sck100415
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My goal is to write
the first eighteen word haiku.
I’m counting on it.
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sck100415
~
Poets in a bar
Each one writes of the other
And drinks to themselves
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sck100315
Shifting Priorities
.
Riding bikes for years
From just one to many gears
Liked the red one best
***
Priorities Made
.
My lonely workshop
It has tools galore, though my
Pens and pads used more
***
Sporting Priorities
.
Soon the pond will freeze
Kids enjoy their skating rink
What do the fish think?
***
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My goal’s now halfway.
I write in rhyme all the time.
Nothing’s good to say.
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sck091115
*
Read a bio by
a nymphomaniac cow –
It was full of bull
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The jumbled haiku
A Sunday paper poet
Filling in the blanks
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