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We Are Not Merely Poets

Some of us are secretive at first. We hide our poetry’s soul self, 
gently letting her peep out; sometimes regretting it immediately.
Fearful of critiques from people who do not understand that poetry 
is something we are compelled and born to do with our feelings.
Your diary entries may form themselves into goodness or badness
before you realize your calling as a poet.

Truths shockingly ooze out, surprising you.
Feelings creep out onto a page, in loud angry letters,
or romantic feelings daintily brush onto a crisp lined page
in the form of sweetness and light.

You are a word player, because you cannot
stop this obsession, but it does not define you.
This poetry gig is but a glimmer of a glimpse of yourself.
You might be a caregiver, or a wonderful friend.
People who count on your smile every day may not realize
you have a love affair with words, and an obsession to write them.

We are each a unique jewel, mined from God’s mind.
Poetry may initiate a whisper of a tiny facet of ourselves,
but our secrets are safe. We not merely poets. We are lovers
of life, and words. Most importantly, we remain gloriously hidden 
and unknown to most.

Written 12-20-18        Contest:  You Are Not Defined by Poetry
             Sponsor:  John Hamilton

Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018

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The Things I Cherish

The things I value,
The things I cherish,
Are things no one else will
When I perish

Do I write a missive
Explaining the why?
Would this help save things
After I die?

This brown dead rose,
A gift from your dad,
Brings back the best night
I ever had.

This bead of pink
Once on a baby’s wrist
Only memory left
Barely a wisp

The things I value,
The things I cherish,
Are things no one else will
When I perish


Chosen Poem of the Day by PoetrySoup on 10-11-2018

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My Girl

Secretly, I watch the neighbors, 
From my well-advantaged location.
Mrs. G. is complaining about her husband to Mrs. S.
No one's drama is ever as vivid as Mrs. G's.
They full-body laugh, tongues out.
Mr. P. is going to be late for supper again; 
I can hear Mrs. P. cussing.
At 4:15 I hear the all-day waited slam of a backdoor.
My girl is running toward me, flat out.
She is carrying a white pillow and gray blanket.
There's a plastic bag swinging from her arm as she climbs.
Prior experience tells me the sack holds a book, a drink
and her favorite sandwich - mayonnaise, peanut butter and lettuce.
After smashing a few ants on my floor, the girl flops down, 
and begins to read.
I smile as she devours the sandwich like a young starving wolf.
She's ten, the perfect age to devour.
Every day is the same except Saturday.
On Saturday my girl spends the whole day inside me,
reading two to three books at a time.
It is our favorite day.
Her sister runs out sometimes and begs the girl to play,
but we are fighting pirates, conquering Asia, taming macaws.
We are so in tune, she and I.
When I hear "CANDICE MILLIE STREET COME IN IMMEDIATELY!"
I know my girl has to climb down and run for the house, 
leaving me alone, 
to spy on the neighbors.


Date: 8/28/2018       What the Hell Throw One In   John Lawless, Sponsor

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My Pirate Women

Pirate women permeate my spaces.
They are fierce and fabulous.
You dare not lie to them.
They will cut you to shreds, with their swords.

Cut  you to ribbons.

I do not crouch in fear.
I created them.
They are ruthless, savage, 
out for blood.

Thirsty for it.

I walk their planks proudly.
Eager for the drowning
that awaits.

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Color Me Happy

Color my day magical, paint my day lavender.
Throw in some glitter, some glitz and some fun.
A day with good friends, who laugh at the right times,
Who know when to hug, and know when you need to cry,
Staying silent, standing helpfully, lovingly by.

Color my day joyful, and enthusiastically prancy.
I know my friends are coming, so I am feeling quite dancy.
Color my day exciting, color my day glittery with acrylics and neon.
Paint it in fun, wholesome and spectacularly freeing and fine.

Color my day.
Paint it lavishly with oranges and purples.
Throw in plenty of pink, of the hottest and happiest hue.
Color my day magical.
Color it marvelous.
Color it wonderful.

Here are my friends.
Let’s paint them,
But save some of the color
For me, as I want to be as magical
As possible. Rainbow me up. Be daring and wild.
You cannot hurt me; I am a rainy-day child.

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What Is Stopping You

What is holding you back?
What is stopping you?
What is making you uncomfortable 
about asking?
about wanting?
about dreaming?
about wishing?
about expecting?
about planning?
about setting new goals?
about learning new things?
about figuring out other ways?
about being your most excited self?
about opening yourself up to new opportunities?
New  possibilities? New people? New places? A new job?
Or is it a who?

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I Wish I Was A Fluffy Cloud

I wish I was a fluffy cloud, 
Puffy, white, glittering, glorious, majestic, perfectly safe, appreciated, loved.
A fluffy, white cumulous, floating around without a concern in the world,
Floating past meadows, forests, mountains, floating over oceans, smelling the salt.
I would not have a care in the world, because I would be of the world.
I would float around silently, in peace, oblivious to the mean things that happen in houses,
Carefree, joyful, exuberant, respected, well-loved, admired, painted and photographed.
Children could lie on blankets, and marvel at my pretty lightness, my slow, methodical movements.
Teenagers could shut their eyes under my watch, knowing there is goodness somewhere.
Grandparents could look up and smile at me as they play outside games with their grandchildren.
It would be such a terrific ending to a great life.   I wish I was a fluffy cloud.			

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Fabricated Faeries Philosophies

Forevermore, this fantastical
free verse features
a fortuitous tale
featuring forty-four flirty
frilly fabricated faeries
fractionally forsaken, 
forever fictionalized 
philosophically and phonetically
free to force
feisty forest phantoms 
to frenzy. These feisty forest faeries,
frequently act like 
femme fatales, for whom 
we fire phantoms feel free
to fixate for future faerie flocks.
Foundationally, this un-formidable free verse 
is free of falsities, but fraught with fiction and fantasy.


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Friendship Acrostic

F	Friends have each other’s backs
R	Real friends build each other up
I	I escape in my friend’s problems
E	Enthusiastic together and on the phone
N	No is okay, between friends.
D	Doing things together feels good.
S	Silence is okay
H	Have each other’s backs 
I	I need lots of them, and they rally for me.
P	Puts your attention outside yourself

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Child Abuse


Child learns to be
Hyper-vigilant, secretive, quiet, unseen, un-hungry,
Initiate to violence, hiding in corners, 
Little relief or sleep, waiting and fearing,
Disturbing feelings of mass destruction

Adult stuff freely shared, things no child should have to bear
Best friend to angry parent who disparages the other one
Usually wants a super hero or anyone to save them 
Secrets explode, child begins hurting others, becomes
Everyone’s problem.

Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018

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