For those who might be learning this,
I hope this is reliefful…
This poem about paper
might cut (like a razor)...
What if a piece of paper
could be framed for a caper?
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This poem Paper‘s last 4 italic lines are its alternate ending.
Adding them on, my mood felt unrelenting…
echoing music from stadiums?
Could they also be antennas
messaging insects and aliens?
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Super Bowl (on a Sunday in February)
reminds me of these rhymes (in this post: I’m sharing).
This poem Football Goalposts was in a Milpitas Post issue;
the memory of my poem still does continue.
and Winter Readings on page 19.
Here’s the link to the issue:
Click to access Issue3-Vol-Issue-3-Vol-17-2.pdf
Readings Return can also be found in this blog via the following link:
Readings of four more poems
For anyone who might not want to check out the issue, and for anyone who’d rather read the other poem here and now, I’m including it below:
Winter Readings
Readings of five poems that appeared in OV View
were recently recorded and can now be listened to.
The five: Winter Anagram, Vision Board,
Hot Cocoa Bombs, Groundhog, Blanket Fort.
For those who might wonder how they’re spoken or sound:
my website includes links to where they’re found.
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The links for Winter Anagram: https://youtube.com/shorts/Vpd-b7MWtBM ,
for Vision Board: https://youtube.com/shorts/t7VnvszNwdo ,
for Hot Cocoa Bombs: https://youtube.com/shorts/dlOd-fD9nL4 ,
for Groundhog: https://youtube.com/shorts/GmPX7YC3Ekw ,
and for Blanket Fort: https://youtube.com/shorts/L3L7mfx9HYE .
devour each other
at the all-you-can-eat
buffet.
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National Ballet Day (the 7th of February)
reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: I’m sharing).
This poem Ballerinas and Zombies was in a Milpitas Post issue;
the memory of my poem still does continue.
of khan, but it is also an anagram of ankh.
Therefore, it is a moniker of leadership
and a life key. Thankful for Hank,
and anagrams.
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Hank Aaron’s birthday (5th of February)
and Black History Month (2nd month, February)
remind me of these thoughts (in this post: I’m sharing).
This poem Hank Is a Cool Name was in a Milpitas Post issue;
the memory of my poem still does continue.
than a meaty shower.
Thousands of meteors
can happen in an hour.
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National Shower with a Friend Day (the 5th of February)
reminds me of these rhymes (in this post: I’m sharing).
This poem Meteor Shower was in a Milpitas Post issue;
the memory of my poem still does continue.
and serene.
I am quietly reading a book
until I hear a piercing scream
from a 2-year-old little demonchild
speeding havoc with pure delight
shrieking nails-scrape-chalkboard-torture noise.
This disturbance is SO NOT RIGHT.
Where’s the tranquilizer when you need one?!
Demonchild ignores the warning.
The library is not a jungle gym;
it is a peaceful place for learning.
I am about to give up hope.
The creature keeps on running and even laughing,
but suddenly he trips and falls.
And now my spirit is up and clapping.
Demonchild cries for his mama.
And his mama carries him away.
It actually feels good
that he learned the hard way.
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Take Your Child to the Library Day (1st Saturday of February)
reminds me of these rhymes (in this post: I’m sharing).
This poem 10 a.m. at the Library was in a Milpitas Post issue;
the memory of my poem still does continue.
(and/or a matchmaking process
or a very complicated relationship with break-ups).
Pieces, pockets, knobs, and curves
interlocking with each other.
Sometimes flirting,
agreements,
disagreements,
friction, fittingness,
awkwardness,
hopefully closure and completion
along the way
and (especially with the latter two)
at the end of the day.
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National Puzzle Day (the 29th of January)
reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: I’m sharing).
This poem Jigsaw Puzzle was in a Milpitas Post issue;
the memory of my poem still does continue.
cuter than toy skis,
edgy with points freezed,
cooler than moist leaves,
calmer than annoyed sneeze.
They drift with poise, ease
(and so I enjoy these).
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World Snow Day (the 21st of January)
reminds me of these rhymes (in this post: I’m sharing).
This poem Snowflakes was in a Milpitas Post issue;
the memory of my poem still does continue.
in a grocery store aisle
sometimes looks like a trap.
And/or all the items on the shelves
are witnesses or suspects
of that item’s fall.
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This month being this year’s lone/single month that began so far (January)
and the day that’s in the middle of this 2024 calendar month (the 17th of January)
remind me of these thoughts (in this post: I’m sharing).
This non-italic poem A Single Item on the Middle of the Floor was in a Milpitas Post issue;
the memory of my poem still does continue.
When Deadlines Become Zombies 