While rhyme is not the essence of it
'we may agree, it is the honey of it'
what a sweet tooth have children, true.
but too much rhyme will be the death of you.
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sometimes caught
in strong winds
so that our anchor's hands
give way.
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i ain't much a man of pretty words
or many words
or thoughtful words,
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Poem, was a lovely.
Poem, was a friend.
Poem, was a lonely.
Poem on the mend.
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even now as you read for the first time again
your lips unmoving
________________like clothespins.
a maybe wry smile.
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The Blue Queen has droves of admirers.
The charismatic youth on her side.
Continual reform, and radical change,
to the point of frivolous frill.
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Up, wake up
beat drum beat!
rope jump rope
feet trip feet.
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