TRIOLET
Three times you'll hear
this poem's first line.
It will appear
three times. You'll hear
it thrice. Draw near.
It's by design.
Three times you'll hear
this poem's first line.
ROSES ARE RED
Roses are red
I hear people bellow.
How often it's said
roses are red!
But roses, when dead,
are grayish or yellow.
Roses are red
I hear people bellow.
DISPOSABLE TRIOLET
Throw this out
when you are through.
I will not pout.
Throw this out.
I have no doubt
what you should do:
throw this out
when you are through.
INHIBITION
The thing I really want to say, the thought,
the burden of my heart, the words I'd share
if finally my lame tongue could be taught
the thing I really want to say, the thought
that sputters in my throat and comes to naught,
will not take shape and so I won't declare
the thing I really want to say, the thought,
the burden of my heart, the words I'd share.
IF YOU DON'T CALL
If you don't call
I will not sleep.
I'll climb the wall
if you don't call.
But most of all
I'll sulk and weep.
If you don't call
I will not sleep.
[This message has been edited by Roger Slater (edited October 03, 2007).]
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