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John Foster Poem
Sea mother awaits
The warm water is breaking
Manatee calving
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Limelight can burn;it never heals,
no matter fame how good it feels -
succombing to excesses, worse,
resisting not temptation's curse.
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Where voices now rejoice in song
And echo through the night,
We join the festive "sing along"
Where voices now rejoice in song
With carols - - it's where we belong;
A fellowship by candlelight
Where voices now rejoice in song
And echo through the night.
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John Foster Poem
OH - nonny, NO - nonny
Nicholas Goalsworthy
Promised again to
Renounce alcohol.
Characteristically
Incomprehensible,
Muttering epithets,
Cursing the wall.
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Hey! What if a computer were a car?
So much more economical, by far!
You see at once advantages galore
With all that high-tech wizardry in store.
A virtual computer set on wheels.....
This surely is the very best of deals!
You rush to buy one of these "guided missiles",
Your automotive "Dell" with bells and whistles.
.................Fast forward now to one month down the road.
Your frenzied brain is ready to explode!
You found your car would crash three times a week!
You had to pay some sly computer geek
To get the blasted engine up and running.
(His service bills were nothing less than stunning.)
You learned that turning on the windshield wiper
Would mean you really had to "pay the piper"!
By sensing you clicked on that wiper part,
Your car would shut down and would not restart!
Your airbag system's totally annoying;
It asks you "Are your sure?" before deploying.
Your precious car insists, as it to scoff,
You must press "start" to turn the darn thing off!
Just when these gimmicks you begin to doubt,
Your car without a reason locks you out!
"Access denied!" until by luck you pressed
At once the grille and hood. (Who would have guessed?)
You feel betrayed by this hybrid computer?
You should have bought a plain old two-wheeled scooter!
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Clustered bubbles play among
Swirls made by my aqualung;
Liquid beads embroidered on
Deep blue green........and then they're gone.
Fleeting beauty of the sea's
Ever changing tapestries.
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Hands a-clappin', boots a-thumpin',
skirts a-twirlin', rumps a-bumpin'.
Feel the vibes and hear the noisy
Idaho cowgirls and Boise.
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The poetic form of the nonet
Makes one count syllables, and yet
Flows from one line to the next
While making sense of text,
Each line reducing
Syllablcally,
Producing
A terse
Verse.
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