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Rest, relax, reflect,
reorganize and resolve,
restore and repeat.
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writing
Easy Doesn’t
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Unfortunately
the easiest thing there is
to not do is write
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Heat Rises Rains Fall
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Ignite the flame from a poet’s spark
Oozing emotion of a melting heart
Burning souls till tears do start
Dousing the flame of a poet’s spark
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The End
Beginnings worry
Finishes haunt to the end
Ends start spirits then
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Well Dried
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Now that I’ve written
Thoroughly of writers block
Nothing’s left to write
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Succinct
If there was to be
A one syllable haiku
It would be just peace
~*~
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One Won
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A wordy poem
no one reads. Haiku condense
The poet concedes
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Bright Idea
What sticks in your head
and sees the darkness? It’s a
Go-Poe camera
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Is, is is
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Once a word written
fiction is literally
a reality
~*~
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Petting Pets
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How’s a thesaurus
and a dog similar? They’re both
A writer’s best friend
~*~
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Mind over Matter
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Like poetry a
migraine reminds us of how
little bodies do
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Perpetual Revision
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Today’s yesterday’s
outline for tomorrows draft
of tales without end
~*~
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Statically Dynamic
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My words may never
go anywhere, but at least
I start and finish
~*~
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Flushed Out
~
After a week of
constipation even a
little word feels good
~*~
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Never Ending Story
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Writers block is good.
When I want to write about
something familiar.
~*~
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One To Many Priorities
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My goal is to write
the first eighteen word haiku.
I’m counting on it.
~*~
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No joke
~
Poets in a bar
Each one writes of the other
And drinks to themselves
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Clockwork
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By day I write
and hide from night
By night I hide from myself
That’s when the demons appear
escaping their hidden shelf
~
They spill my ink
won’t let me think
I’m forced to quit too soon
Then I’m left with nothing to do
until the setting moon
~
The sun will rise
to blurry eyes
And off again I’ll venture
I’ll try to have a brighter day
But darkness remains unsure
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Idiot Savant
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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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Puzzled and Clueless
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The jumbled haiku
A Sunday paper poet
Filling in the blanks
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Non-Objective
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Is fiction abstract
fantasy or objective
non-reality?
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Deja Vu’s All Over Again
Poems can be weak or they can be strong
They don’t need meter, just won’t be a song
Poems don’t have to be good or be deep
They just have to be yours, so take the leap
Write to write, there is no wrong
Poetry evolves and life is long
~*~
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