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Alee Winkler Poem
Look!
The rays of sun hit the trees
the waves pitter patter over the seas.
Do you see it?
The clouds floating across the sky
the birds flying way up high.
If you look real close you'll hear the trees
screaming bursts of color,
bright yellows and greens.
If you stand real close, you'll hear the sky
calling up,
telling the birds to fly.
Now do you see it?
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Alee Winkler Poem
Annoyance.
Is it the UNfAir CApitoLizatIoN AmonG Words?
Or the run-on sentences that keep going and going and going and going and
What about sentences that are spelt rong.
and the one's that dont have right grammar/
What about the ones that don't make sense?
refrigerator.
Or the unfinished thou-
Annoyance
Annoyance has
Annoyance has a
Sorry. Does Suspense annoy you too?
Oh look. Once again, the unfinished thought.
But you said poems must rhyme.
They must have a time
they must be a lime
Wait, hold on.
That didn't make sense.
Sorry. That's the annoyance.
There is no order.
No stanza no iambic pentameter
no rhyme no time no-
There's the unfinished thought.
Its like a dance with no steps
a game with no jeps.
STOP.
That's not a word.
It's just the annoyance.
Is it bothersome yet?
No scheme, no plot
not even one finished thought.
It's all disquieting.
The sounds of all the mistakes rioting.
The annoyance within the words,
the mistakes flying around like birds.
The annoyance is
That's right. An unfinished thought.
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One pair of shoes walk down the street,
walking fast towards the girl next door.
Next door, just one pair of shoes sit in her house,
they barely get worn, unlike her socks.
Her pair of socks are pacing upstairs,
waiting for his shoes to arrive.
One pair of shoes walks into her house.
He puts his shoes next to hers.
Her socks have stopped pacing and run downstairs,
hearing his pair of shoes arrive.
Her pair of socks is on tiptoe
while he hugs her lovingly.
She slips on her shoes, tied with one little knot,
and he slips on his shoes, and takes her hand.
Two pairs of shoes walk out of the house,
with his shoes leading her on a date.
Two pairs of shoes arrive back in the house,
this time filled with laughing and joy.
Now four pairs of shoes sit in a line,
with two pairs fit for a wedding.
She puts on her heels,
careful not to wreck her white dress.
He slips on his dress shoes,
careful not to look at his bride.
Now five pairs of shoes sit in the house,
one pair fit for a baby.
Two pairs of shoes walk into the house,
with a little pair of socks on the baby in her arms.
Now six pairs of shoes sit in the hall,
For her family that has grown in this house.
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Alee Winkler Poem
the raindrop
rain drops
when the rain stops
it rain drops
the raindrop
on tree tops
it unstops
to tear drops
the rain drop
rain drops
when the people lie
it eaves drops
the raindrop
on house tops
it dew drops
when news stops
then
He drops
She drops
We drops
like a Raindrop
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