Fred Babbin Poems

Everything is just distraction
Nothing’s to my satisfaction
What can I do?
I can change my attitude,
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Books.
Fiction.
Crystallized lives.
Marinated
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This one started out with Writer's Block.

I am meditating, meditating,
I am waiting, waiting, Waiting –
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Poetry is always good
To change the content of my mood.
I don’t write articles or letters
But when I write my poetry
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We have a tiny Japanese garden in back, and this Elm was about a yard in diameter in the wrong place. It got Dutch Elm disease this year.

Farewell great Elm,
I knew you well.
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Joe Six-Pack, Joe Six-Pack,
Oh where have you been?
I’ve been global warming
In my cool machine.
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Life is a koan
Which has a
yes / no answer.
Is that an answer?
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I do sometimes dream in pastel colors, and ghosts do occupy my brain, but not nearly as often as they used to (Ah, poetry!)

Sleep well, fool
It is thy waking hours that pain.
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The Temple Bell is rung
calling the Sangha
Murmuring.
Tinkling piano in the Honda,
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I can say with rhyme or meter
Thoughts that I would not repeat
Or put into prosaic words-
I would never ever say them that way.
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