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My name is Joy, and I love to write. Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground. Kiya's gift. I love it!
Green Peas at Stake
#454846 added September 14, 2006 at 11:36pm
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The Wrong Train
I have no compulsion
to broadcast the details, but
"I knew I was going to take the wrong train,
so I left early,"
inundated by protests
for missing my drumroll moment.
Through some ritualistic humbling
with petty reasons, such as someone
peeking in on my sappy romance,
I left that bel canto terrain
and my front-row seat
with jackhammer speed
to shield specific bits from
the public and to kind of muddle
my way through my own
preposterous new plot,
amid buckets of tears of dismay,
so, I could survive the grueling race
between fame and defeat.
On to the platform I rose as if a newcomer to life,
although I knew I was taking the wrong train.

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Prompt: for "Poets' Practice PadOpen in new Window.
Write a poem from any Yogi Berra Quote.
""I knew I was going to take the wrong train,
so I left early."


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