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poem- canine scheming

In the hallway

between kitchen and bedrooms

the chef knife catches the light.

Which poodle is plotting

nefarious exploits?

Should we be locking

bedroom doors at night?



Why do my poems always rhyme?

I just can’t make it stop,

And they always keep in time,

I think I’ve lost the plot.

So lets shake things up a bit, 8 more words


that constant quivering

the helices in our eyes
meet and make
something more than before
an atom’s fate

to be constantly pushed and pulled
between positives
is a beautiful burden for… 23 more words


Take Aways

You can take away my job
Another line of work I will find
You can take away my hair
Going bald I really don’t mind… 130 more words

Joe Flach