Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Allied With It Were All Receptacles


A poetry prompt doesn’t change what a poem is written,
The poems come with their own characters,
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I read what I see,
And react on what’s shown,
The joy is a bottle of Beijing Yanjing Beer,
Turning the wonders in, unfurl them,
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Until the corners in my mind round up,
I do so without predicting,
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Or prejudicing, The day is wet
with spring showers, I breath the refreshed air, feeling good.


10 comments:

  1. Such a rejuvenating Read indeed!!! Loved it...
    And the way it begins...'The poems come with their own characters...' Beautiful!!!

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  2. good line...."the poems come with their own characters".

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  3. The best poems always come unexpected. Nicely put!

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  4. Completely justed with the everything.It says read between the lines :)

    Afixxion Addixt-I wish i never knew you

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  5. A modern twist on poetry with an Oriental sensibility.

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