October 14

Noisy Neighbor

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Blender buzzes through open door

Flower fragrance fills the hallway

Private phone calls you can’t ignore

Can hear every word she does say

Others’ space she seems to ignore

Wish I cared less what people say

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Private phone calls you can’t ignore

Can hear every word she does say

Silently, please stop I implore

Can’t wait for the end of the day

Others’ space she seems to ignore

Wish I cared less what people say

*

Silently please stop I implore

Can’t wait for the end of the day

I really can’t take any more

I wonder how late she will stay

Others’ space she seems to ignore

Wish I cared less what people say

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I really can’t take anymore

I wonder how late she will stay

Not sure we’ll develop rapport

I close my door with no delay

Others’ space she seems to ignore

Wish I cared less what people say

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(A Roundelay Poem)

August 27

Sweet Bait

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The candy is what they really want

Details don’t attract attention at all

Brochures just bore visitors to slumber

Advice is not why they made this jaunt

It’s sugar in forms of disc, bar and ball

That gets them towards my table to lumber

Like bait to attract what’s eating the hens

Saccharine gets them out of the woodwork

Otherwise they may never come to view

For sweets they’ll even bring their friends

Avoiding my eyes they grab with a smirk

Lots of candy gone, interactions few

I’m wondering if there’s a better way

To lure people in to hear what I say.

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(A Brisbane Sonnet attempt)

August 2

Vicious Cycle

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This hamster wheel of steel needs attention

A look at the exhaust and suspension

Though I look under with apprehension

My goal is always breakdown prevention

This machine ensures my place in the race

That rat race I cannot fully embrace

Figuring out how to withdraw with grace

As I find the parts I need to replace

This great car gets me where I need to go

Through traffic and downpours and blowing snow

I know it will get me there tomorrow

I need the car to get to work, it’s true

I need to work to get the car, I knew

But it also lets me do what I want to do.

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(An Arabian Sonnet)

March 10

Sharing Knowledge

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Humbled to be asked to speak

Though I’m kind of nervous, eek!

Hoping my talk doesn’t wreak,

that it doesn’t sound like Greek,

their interests are piqued,

and my lecture is unique.

A harsh critique stings to hear

there are always things to tweak.

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(A Cyrch A Chwta Poem)

March 4

Snow Day

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To work I am nonessential

Doesn’t matter my credential

So I get the day off to play

When they close for a snow day

I’ll admit that’s just fine with me

Hunkered at home is where I’ll be.

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It’s okay I’m not essential

Mainly when weather’s torrential

I’ll do my best to stay away

And try to hide my great dismay

Keeping calm seems to be the key

To hiding my snow day glee.

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In this free day there’s potential

Found time the most consequential

Though in my home I will stay

I’ll get to work without delay

Staying as busy as a bee

As if I’m my own employee

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At home I am influential

Time spent is experiential

While I believe play’s my forte

Sometimes the chores outweigh

So I stay here rather than flee

And get the work done around me.

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No this is not preferential

Nor is it inconsequential

To spend my free day in this way

From my to-do list I don’t stray

But before too long I will flee

To the mountains or woods for glee

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It’s okay I’m nonessential

About that I shout hooray

I’ll enjoy it I’ll guarantee

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(A Chanso Poem)