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Limerick
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A Welsh corgi in Kalamazoo
has a whole lot of explaining to do
With no beef or potatoes
or leeks or tomatoes
there’s nothing much left in the stew!
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I do not know?
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yellow canary speaks
her's is the only clear truth
we humans can learn
welsh corgi plays
his is the main contentment
we humans can learn
two elks warm
their's are the source of survival
we humans can learn
black cat cuts back flips
there lies the truest humor
we humans can learn
twins open their eyes
God's Rays of Inspiration
we humans must learn
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Rhyme
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She had a fantastic breakfast.
Then came a luscious lunch.
A lovely autumn walk with her
Welsh Corgi...Punch.
Exhausted by her daily chores,
she went to bed at seven.
To her greatest surprise she awoke
in God's heaven.
There was no poetry to write and
no crowd to please.
There she was in a golden chiffon
gown and a crown of teeny stars,
before her God, on her knees!
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September 20,2019
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Rhyme
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Her Star Filled Hours
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A life of such wondrous variety,
Can only by a curious soul be chosen.
Like a glorious wildflower will~~
never want the glory of the ordinary rose's hour.
She runs through hardest times
with spontaneity!
Being normal to her is a life of genuine ecstasy.
She is filled with limitless power.
Life is sweet, not bitter sour.
She observes the common, quizzically.
A normal life to her is like wearing
Leder-hosen!
To her, there's no such thing as scheduled hours.
It's filled with brilliant star filled hours, personally chosen!
Alone, she walks her joyful Welsh Corgi,
on streets of moonlit, damp Cobblestone.
To her small white cottage with green shutters, where few
doth ever roam.
Humming secret tunes....known to her alone.
11-21-2020
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Free verse
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sitting on the bench in the middle of a field
eating properly made cornbread with blue bonnet on it
watching her do yoga and still not understanding
thanking God for putting me exactly where i am meant to be
our 15 year old welsh corgi named ireland asleep on the bench beside me
happy to not be doing nothing and just as thankful to be blessed with love
noticing you watching us with a smile and carelessly losing the focus of your center
coming to join us as if you were being left out of the fray
putting my arm around you letting your warmth and apple cinnamon cent long for a slice of apple pie
you kissing me softly on the lips asking me if i wanted her to make an apple pie
me and ireland coming to attention immediately after the asking of her ironic question
us both looking at ireland laughing as she puts her head back down to pout, knowing she will not being getting any
we both then beging singing the late o.c. smith's 'little green apples'
then, for some reason, we plan a trip to indianapolis for our summer vacation
we feel raindrops giving light, friendly warnings to our fingers
we wake ireland up and quickly head back to the house
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