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Unforgiving Poetry

I have a passion, a passion to write. Sometimes it’s hard and turns into fights. With everything starving for my precious time, Sitting down is hard, let alone a rhyme. But the poetry inside rears its evil head, It feels ignored, especially when I’m in bed. While on the job my mind begins to race, Tumbling through rhymes, staring me in the face. There’s nothing I can do while on the clock, Maybe sneak a few lines and not get caught. My job has been very demanding, With poetry not understanding. Now that I’ve started I just can’t stop, Fifty poems down and starting to rock. My mind fills prisoned by this unnatural beast, When will the rhymes of mine begin to cease. For every thought that runs through my head, Begins and ends with a rhyme instead. Sometimes it’s crazy and drives me nuts, The words speak truth and hits home in the gut. This is my gift or maybe my curse, Is my glass half full or empty at worst? Nathan Bane Leccese © All Rights Reserved 06/11/09

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Date: 6/12/2009 4:22:00 PM
I knew you were the prince of more than Haiku..;this is wonderful..hits home to all of us. BG
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Date: 6/12/2009 1:06:00 PM
Delightful couplet Nathan, i know just what you mean, but you still come up with the goods>James
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Date: 6/12/2009 11:00:00 AM
Nathan, well done! I too share these feelings! I comment till my pen runs dry and am always workin' on word combos, good write! Jim
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Date: 6/12/2009 10:36:00 AM
Beautiful work, I feel the same way too. I often wonder if it is a gift or a curse as well. I relate to this so much, thanks for sharing and keep sneaking a few lines here and there...Raul
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Date: 6/12/2009 10:35:00 AM
the funny thing is even when i have to write a simple note for my children for school if they are ill or not doing an activity even when i write the notes it just rhymes with out me relizing it, its just so natural teachers must think its funny. anyway I like this poem a lot, God bless you from diane
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Date: 6/12/2009 10:32:00 AM
aww a wonderful poem, I can imagine it is hard working and a poem comes to mind, poems come to me all the time also I write what i feel in my heart, God has blesed us with a wonderful gift in writing and words its great to share, when you feel times you dont now what to write, think from heart i am sure you do already sometimes we all get a block then everything comes at once and we can not keep up LOL, a powerful write God bless you from diane
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