Dozed Thought I heard A sound Sounds like A knock Incessant Yet Pleasant Not human Sound But natural Rhythmic Like soft music A beat of Talking drum Was reminded By mum

Are you half human or half fish? Are you a trick of my mind? have you legs under your tail?

Some awkward moments

Stunted, slouched, contradicted Throughout, while inappropriate Conversations lose their importance Censored are the masses through The endeavours of their masters In those modes we operate,

The clenched fist Slams the desk, which Jumps for joy Leaps for life The PC screams The war goes on As earth rotates Circulating stress. An atmospheric mess Unacknowledged in the turning

The centre of it all, he says, is her Russell Hobbes kettle. Everything revolves around it - is drawn to it like the sun. And the steam that gushes forth from

I'd like to congratulate Oregon's new poet laureate Paulann Petersen. I wish her success in sharing her passion for poetry in the classroom as she's reputed to do well.

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