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I had seen her before in the spring and summer
The homeless lady sitting on the church steps
She would ask for help from people going into the church
She mostly was given spare change and occasionally a dollar or two
No matter how small the amount given, she would give a genuine smile and say thank you
The last time I saw her was a December around Christmas
It was very cold and she was shivering in a tattered, light weight, coat
She began to walk toward me and I could see that she was very frail.
I hurried to her. I was afraid that her legs might fail
Seeing her that way, the terrible reality of her suffering, struck me to the core
I gave her all the money that I had with me that day
She was surprised and said I want to give you a gift.
I will tell you my real name.
Realizing this was the only thing of real value that she had left, I hesitated.
She smiled, hugged me, and then whispered Linda into my ear.
After that day, I never saw her again and couldn’t find out what happened to her.
But, I will never forget Linda and her most perfect Christmas gift.
Dedicated to Linda
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rain drops hit still pond
surface ripples spread outward
tickling frog bellies
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tide
departs
sea glass shines
123 or 321 modified form haiku for contest. 9/26/2018
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I’m your eldest daughter, but I ‘m not for sale
Stop lying about my temperament and telling other tales
Father, this tradition is archaic and no longer necessary
You’re putting your wishes first and mine are secondary
The parade of pompous suitors really makes me sick
If they get to close, I’ll beat them with a six foot stick.
I already have title and wealth living in this house
Why would I marry and live with some stuffed shirt louse
I will not marry someone I don’t love and like
If you will not understand this, I’ll just take a hike
I will leave, like St. Joan, to find another war
The absurdity of this situation I can bear no more
What the daughter really wanted to tell her father in "The Taming of the Shrew" by William Shakespeare
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Snowman stands in all his splendor
Perfectly made of three snow globes
Proud of his coal eyes and carrot nose
Large colored marbles for mouth and smile
Hardy twigs at his side for arms
Glancing down he’s quite content
He was made anatomically correct
Classically covered by a large fig leaf
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tornado
on the plain
eats voraciously
cattle stampede
Modified haiku form for Non Traditional poetry contest.
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Poets often pontificate
In their particular poems
By punching words into
Pre-determined form
Plying on rhyming
Placing their phrases
In perfect presentation
With proper punctuation
Perhaps to receive
A few platitudes
Possibly some praise
For its perfection
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A Single Word Poem
Singularity !
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Layers
Strip away the superficial.
Place political correctness aside.
Forgive hurts of the past.
Erase all tension and harsh feelings.
Seek thoughts of love and understanding.
This is what you’ll find.
I’m you. You’re me.
We are the same
In truth, there isn't a divide.
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falling rock cut tree
thick resin flow insect trap
amber time capsule
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