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I remember writing my first poem

it was about monkeys

I wish I still had it so I could show 'em

what if it had been about donkeys

would I be the poet I am today

if it had

and would that have been all that bad

how come you make love but you build trust

and friendship

surely I'm not the first to ever find and point

out this articulate slip

never when dealing with the so serious matter

of life

lose your humorous grip

a little humor will make that chip that's on

your shoulder crack and indeed chip

to keep my sanity from slipping away

I write what I call poetry almost every day

it helps me to know and it helps you to see

that I get a kick out of life

and hopefully you'll get a kick out of me

I thank GOD for giving me this age old

rhythmical lingo

at some hour of any given day

a word triggers a quaint concept

and for me that means off to pen and paper

fast as I can I must go

the flight of thoughts from my mild mind

is quick you must know

pehaps in a certain cognitive way I am considered

slow

of the band "THE BEATLES" I must be Ringo

he kept the drumming rhythm

that's sort of what I give 'em

words and thoughts to savor and make you think

phrases and subjects so strange

you wonder if I have ever considered seeing a

shrink

my face is almost shaded pink

these last five lines do rather stink

at least I'm not so predictable and boring

some wonder as to what behind these cranial

walls I am so secretly hiding and storing

to use in many a future flooring

my question before I answer is that depends

on who will be left to do the scoring

Lord, my mind today is much too sadly soaring

I am usually much much better than this

I should go back to reading the dictionary

so I can get a good word fix

I''ll come back onto the page in another poem

but next time not so to show em

but to show myself

I can still churn it out and I have many a shelf

left in many a closet all about...........

(written Jan 21,1991)