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Jack
Poems
Sep 2014
My poetry *****
My poetry *****
I’m so tired of writing
My fingers are sore
My poetry *****
I’m becoming a bore
Sticking a verse
In front of your face
Oozing with love
All over the place
Creamsicle colors
Metaphors thick
Wasting your time
Making you sick
Finding a title
Spending the time
Just like this poem
Something to rhyme
Or it could be free-verse…
Drifting on metallic clouds in copper spoons
dreaming in patterns of silhouette shadows
and my foot falls asleep
Maybe a Senryu
Read at your own risk
Dumb crap being written here
***** bags needed
Perhaps a Haiku
Softly floats the bird
Atop morning glory skies
**** thing **** on me
Or a Tanka, a Sonnet
A Villanelle or an Assterring
The last one is nothing
I made up the **** thing
So you see I’m no poet
Least not anymore
For what you are seeing
Is what you abhor
And I’m not complaining
Not here on this screen
My pen is on empty
I’m ready to leave
I’m so tired of writing
My fingers are sore
My poetry *****
I’m becoming a bore
Written by
Jack
San Antonio Texas
(San Antonio Texas)
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