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Poetic Free Falling

I had an idea for a poem To let my mind simply roam But it’s not really my cup of tea And why on earth is it rhyming I really want to make pancakes But it’s too early yet too late And my thighs are a giveaway For late night snacks of past days My poem cemetery isn’t too full I should add this it is bull But I’m bored and so it stays My next poem will hopefully be great

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 6/29/2024 7:29:00 PM

The intermission with pancakes! You yell at us: And why on earth is it rhyming and point out the poem cemetery…bull, bored and ruminating on the next great one. We’ve all been there sipping on tea, eating late night snacks and hoping for great ideas. They will circle ‘round. Hugs

Karen Jones
Date: 6/29/2024 7:51:00 PM

Oh how we angst over writing the better poem huh? Hugs

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 6/29/2024 6:42:00 PM

It is pretty good. As for pancakes, I often eat them for lunch or even dinner. Of course I embellish them more for dinner.

Karen Jones
Date: 6/29/2024 7:34:00 PM

You are kind! Thanks again

Tom Woody

Date: 6/29/2024 9:48:00 AM

Haha. Not every poem can be a home run, for sure. Heck, even the Beatles wrote songs that never became hits and some that John Lennon called garbage. Nice reminder karen

Karen Jones
Date: 6/29/2024 10:15:00 AM

Hugs Tom lol

Lin Lane

Date: 6/29/2024 2:27:00 AM

Random thoughts create poetry. Let them flow, Karen.

Karen Jones
Date: 6/29/2024 4:08:00 AM

Hahaha I wish my random thoughts were more powerful than these words Lin. Thanks for the encouragement.