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new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
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Monday, April 10, 2017
Evensong: A Time for Reaping
violet-
blue-
black
mountains
cradle
up-
side
down
bloody
orange
waxing
sickle,
verily my cup
runneth over—
tea, anyone?
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
"Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is"
How many times
Have you heard this
Priceless one and gone
Out of your way
To sell your wares cheap,
Craftsman?
Sunday, April 2, 2017
Hocus-Pocus Habeas Corpus
You owed it to yourself
But nothing yet of note
To warrant a poem today—
Like Bulldog Drummond hot
On the trail, time to back-
Track to where you lost
The right to have writ
Something whose smell won’t
Soon go away.
Friday, March 31, 2017
1960s West Coast Underground Haiku Poets Society
Real people writing
Real poetry, you know that’s
Like man, surreal.
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Haiku Health Daily
Kong the Master say
Me like haiku better than
Damn flu any day.
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