Here's a cheesy poem, cheesy because it's full of abstract ideas like a poem should not be--but I'm just getting a hang of this blogging so I"ll give it to myself to be cheesy.
First, One Poem
First, one poem,
That is all, then I'll
begin my work.
Be more than a washer, a baker, a mover of
clutter.
Be a shaker.
Shake my restless heart
of far away dreams
and dear sadness.
Shake my eyes;
my people, really
see them and hold them
close in a picture.
Shake my mind of
connections and ideas
let them spill.
Be grand for one poem's time and
now stoop and keep filled with
delicious air of
one poem.
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