Gregory H. Wlodarski Poems

On a hike in the woods today I found,
A fuzzy cloud gliding along the ground.

This amorphous cloud of blackish tones,
...

I was sitting behind the wheel of my car,
Simply driving to the store not very far.

All of a sudden I heard there a pop,
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Did you get your flu shot?
Did it make you hurt?
Did it make your arm swell?
Did it make you burp?
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I've long been waiting now,
To get the shot that keeps,
Me from turning into a sniffling cow,
Or a little lamb that squeaks.
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I'm waiting for sleep in my comfy little bed,
A silken pillow for my heavy little head.

I'm looking at my two perfect little feet,
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She sent me a note about how I'd feel,
If she serve for me a home cooked meal.

When she asked about what to prepare,
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The end of the year is about to approach,
And stresses of the season on peace to encroach.

But the days free of work, they do permit,
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They're silent and stealthy so look out, beware,
They'll sneak up and invade, you better take care.

Neither short nor tall, nor blue or red,
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One day a seed did sprout,
About who it is that's sees,
Who's that person all about,
With the squeak in his knees.
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A solitary sonnet, total and whole,
A certain refrain that brightens my soul.

It lifts my spirit, and cheers my mind,
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