Beginnings worry
Finishes haunt to the end
Ends start spirits then
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Beginnings worry
Finishes haunt to the end
Ends start spirits then
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Now that I’ve written
Thoroughly of writers block
Nothing’s left to write
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If there was to be
A one syllable haiku
It would be just peace
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A wordy poem
no one reads. Haiku condense
The poet concedes
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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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How’s a thesaurus
and a dog similar? They’re both
A writer’s best friend
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Like poetry a
migraine reminds us of how
little bodies do
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Today’s yesterday’s
outline for tomorrows draft
of tales without end
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My words may never
go anywhere, but at least
I start and finish
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After a week of
constipation even a
little word feels good
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Writers block is good.
When I want to write about
something familiar.
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My goal is to write
the first eighteen word haiku.
I’m counting on it.
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Poets in a bar
Each one writes of the other
And drinks to themselves
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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
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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
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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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My goal’s now halfway.
I write in rhyme all the time.
Nothing’s good to say.
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The jumbled haiku
A Sunday paper poet
Filling in the blanks
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Is fiction abstract
fantasy or objective
non-reality?
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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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I need a formula to know when best to write.
I write randomly most every day and night.
Rarely is it very good but sometimes it’s all right.
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In search of inspiration everywhere I go.
Some hit in an instant, some never show.
Moods always vary as the poems reflect.
The good and bad, I think are quite easy to detect.
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Sometime when feeling good I’ve nothing good to write.
That ticks me off assuring a terrible night.
But when feeling down writing helps me feel all right.
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Yet the time is spent either way,
though always writing of yesterday.
Where’s the balance, it’s there I’ll go.
So if anybody knows, please let me know.
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Play
What has characters,
stories and hopefully lines?
A writer’s notebook
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Fast Forward
Technology is
Much like life, if not embraced
You’ll be forgotten
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Rewind
Time and energy
consumed is the same reflecting
as is projecting
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Stop
If No means maybe
and maybe means yes then stop
means: Back off ass hole!
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Time to Kill –
Context says it all
Time to rest or to perform
Or leave people still
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Zero Truth –
To not quantify
Is to never justify
Just living a lie
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Zero Logic –
If zero is best
And more is worse, then why’s there
Even a question
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