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haiku by a harbor
with my salty pulse
of waves and a graygreen soul
I spawned a city
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| Christmas
child's haiku
nestled soft in love's
warm palms, a heart at peace sets
eyes ablaze in smile
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| school
haiku
school's such a blur, spins
my poor old fragile brain, breaks
equilibrium
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| peripheral
vision
there's a word for the feeling of high
school's final days
but it can't be pronounced. . . and it has no spelling
it colors us
and it sings with the voice of the sun
yet can only be seen out of the corner
of the eye
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| haiku
anew
tomorrow's page, about to
burst with words unborn,
prods your pen to dance, to dream
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Ballads
Unquestionably
There is no greater beauty :
The tone of 'Trane's tenor
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| Solo
In Monk's unique sphere
(a true original voice)
less is always more
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| Memorial
From the trumpeter
Who flew closest to the sun.
Still a burning star.
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| Something
Else
Cannonball's ablaze
Along Miles and miles
Volleyed and thundered
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| Sonny's
Blue Notes
Savor this soul food
A stew that sticks to the ribs
Thick sweet and hearty
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| Bags'
Groove
True soothing blue grooves
Moving through tunes, proving you'll
Soon bloom, soon swoon too
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| Whatsitabout
In just eight lines, it's
Tough to tell tales, it's
Such short space, it's
Not nearly 'nuff, it's
Bareboned, barely breathin', it's
Poetry pursuing a point, it's
Quite a quest, it's
Answer's arrived, it's
(…sorry, it's
just eight lines )
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| Rhyme
Play Eight
Lines eight
Blind date
Mind mate
Kind fate
Straight kinds
Late fines
Great wines
Eight lines
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| Tsquare8
on
the
eighth
day
of
the
week
time stared at me and would not speak
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| Mountain
Monday
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| adolescence
a kite twitches
in a knot of directions
the string strains
feeding the flight
umbilically
until it lifts
string still straining
now nearly invisible in
the comfort of clouds
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| Baggage
Claim (a teacher's creed)
And they carried their caring and a
courage to create
And they transported tests and taught between the thorns of time
And they carted a curiosity about the world of words
And they lugged lesson after lesson hoping to loosen life's locks
And they dragged around the desire to develop young minds
And they toted thoughts on each teenager's turmoil
And they conveyed the conviction that every student could climb
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