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Bad Poetry Friday

There’s only two more days left in National Poetry Month. Make them count!Tofino 049

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Sundays were for sleep

Now the calendar is full

of toddler playdates

 

 

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Getting jealous thoughts

when I read an amazing book

is how I will fall

 

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Drink coffee coffee

coffee coffee drink coffee

coffee coffee drink

 

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Everything I write

is hot wet garbage left out

for vultures to eat

 

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This would be easy

if I actually said things

that sounded profound

 

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2016 has been a

series of obituary

headlines in papers

 

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Why do I grow old

each day when I still feel young

inside my body?

 

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This month of poems has

flown out the window on a

blustery spring breeze

 

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Bad Poetry Friday

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Sometimes poetry

sneaks up behind you

and taps your shoulder

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Sometimes poetry

hides from your heart and the words

slowly disappear

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Sometimes poetry

is a cat on a brown couch

teasing a little dog

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Sometimes poetry

isn’t anything at all

beacuse your brain hurts

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Haiku, I haven’t

forgotten you, even though it

seems like Megan has

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My baby waddled

into toddlerhood when

I wasn’t looking

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Tiny toddler

is a f-5 tornado

tearing through my house

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Summer snuck in while

Spring was busy stopping to

smell the new flowers

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I can’t tell which is

worse-this idea or these

poems I dare to write

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April brings baseball

cool nights listening to the

radio broadcast

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I can’t stop reading

books that make me ugly cry

Shelve them with Kleenex

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What if I ran out

of things to say right smack

in the middle of–

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Sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep

chasing that dragon nightly

sleep sleep sleep sleep

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Today was awful

too many bad things to share

But I ate pizza

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Bad Poetry Friday

April is National Poetry month. Inspired by the amazing Jason Reynolds I am writing a poem a day, though mostly haikus.

These are the poems from April 1st-8th

(1)

April is for poems

but I am not a poet

This will surely suck

 

(2)

Haikus are just texts

sent before there were cell phones

poet to poet

 

(3)

Early bird wakes me up

Drinking coffee under the trees

Dad is still asleep

 

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(4)

Wherever we go

it always rains on our trips

Metaphor for life?

 

(5)

The tide is too high

for dogs to chase seagulls

Goodbye, Oregon

 

(6)

My kid hogs my bed

steals covers and my pillow

Wish I fit in cribs

 

(7)

Summer has snuck in

much like a teenager who

has broken curfew

 

(8)

I used to dream of

going on wild adventures

Now I dream of naps

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