Tag: Electronically Generated Art
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Poem about Hustling Time
Time Hustler Flying past, grab a bite Kissing a cheek, in flight Eat to survive, not taste No embrace, such waste Studying hard, takes test Rote memory, at best Hustler of time, can’t win Need slow down, to begin. June Nash
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Poem: Eighteen
Eighteen Of my past life, sat and pondered. Deep into past, my thoughts wandered. As a child, stubborn and rash Moved at eighteen, soon as had cash. – Put lease on flat, then bought a car. Learned on my pay could not go far. Working harder, back to school went. On better job mind soundly bent. – Independence was gained on own. Quest accomplished wisdom…
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Poem about Loss: Soft Monkey
Soft Monkey Baboon knocking upon door. Don’t want him ‘round any more! Rascal peeking through window. Sees me anxious, he must know. Hard time coping, want him near. Need the comfort he brings here. – With apathy, cast off bane. He brings relief, yet causes pain. Maybe could find a new pet. Mere substitutes so far met. Others enjoy fox or mink. Soft monkey fur fits my…
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Poem: About Changing Routine
Change Days Sit and ponder this night, Seems like something’s not right. Day disappears, too short. Must, many plans, abort. – After tackling deeds must, Barely breaking through crust, Feel exhausted, lost drive. At last to couch arrive. – Must make changes, add wants, To liven up rote jaunts. Same old routines, must thwart. Dream…
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Poem about a Grand Dog
Grand Dog Pup come for visit. Please tell, how is it? When he came small, cute. One year, massive brute. – Face huge, jowls dripping. Squeaky toy ripping. His face close to mine; So near, oozing slime. – Friends come, are afraid, Then on lap head laid. Sweet, loving grand dog. But couch he does…
June Nash 