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We Are The Poets

We are dishwashers and bill payers, we have day jobs and night jobs.
Some of us are retired, I am not, because I know too many 
who died after they did that.
They lost their purpose, and before they could find another one,
they gave up, and left their earth life.
We do not have any more time than the rest of you, 
but we grab it up and use it in full force.

We have chosen a life few choose. We are word players -  
writing on napkins and paper plates.
Grabbing whatever is near at the time, jotting down phrases, 
rhyming words, and lyrics.
We knew that we could and we can, and we do because our souls 
will not let us not do.
We are the dreamers, the schemers, the world lovers, 
the imagination people.

We are the ones who invent the new things, and 
tear up old ideas to make room for new ones.
There is a driving force that tells us we must. 
I call mine Trixie. She is an inner voice that yells at me.
She has crazy ideas. She cajoles me and coaxes me.
She holds me down until I yell “Aunt!” so I follow her lead.

We are the poets. 


Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 1/7/2019 4:55:00 PM
It made me a little sad as I read this to remember a sweet friend I had who used to secretly write poetry... and I wonder if she might've lived longer if she'd had the 'Soup or something to keep her writing (and feeling she had something to look forward to). Wonderful poem!! ;)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/7/2019 9:00:00 PM
I do believe people give up and leave when they feel hopeless and discouraged, and they are simply out of play.
Date: 1/7/2019 7:52:00 AM
I would hate to see a world without poets...nope...don't want to even think of it. Well penned.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/7/2019 10:58:00 AM
I truly think it would be difficult releasing all of you back into the wild now M.L.
Date: 1/6/2019 4:12:00 PM
Love your Trixie muse! My inspiration will come right when I'm falling asleep. This poem is fantastic. Well done. :)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/6/2019 4:17:00 PM
Thank you Chantelle. Trixie is slapping me in the forehead with her little pink rubber hammer just to say "see? I told you so. It was okay to share my name." Good grief! What I have to put up with is ridiculous!
Date: 1/6/2019 9:27:00 AM
You yell Aunt! That Trixie is something else!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/6/2019 11:52:00 AM
Thank you Wren. She is twirling and whirling on my head now, scrunching up my hair, laughing and cheering at this answer. She will be clog dancing in a second, ouch!
Date: 1/6/2019 5:04:00 AM
greatly written-We are the ones who invent the new things, and tear up old ideas to make room for new ones./// like it
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/6/2019 11:52:00 AM
Because we are right? I have sixteen crumpled up pieces of paper around this typing apparatus right now, and more on the floor.
Date: 1/6/2019 3:09:00 AM
made me smile Caren especially as I have bits of paper scattered around and carry a tiny notebook when i'm out as I have to jot things down immediately. I'm more a poohet that a poet lol:-) love the fact you've named your muse that made me giggle:-) hugs Jan xx
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/6/2019 11:53:00 AM
Listen, she has named herself and OUCH! She is pulling my hair now because OUCH! She is mad that you might suggest she OUCH let me do it. OUCH!