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No I have'nt where is it? Why am I always the last to know around here?
posted by
marieclaire66
on July 12, 2006 at 2:28 PM
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Some memorable lines; hence my return. Did u see Swftfox's baby pic?
pillow talk leaf falls
asleep on autumn ground
morning springs to life
--thanks for this one among many on the haiku theme, sleep. Sorry about your tub overflowing. 
posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on July 12, 2006 at 11:57 AM
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I learn a great deal from the comments (TAPS , AZUR ad all) Azur took the
time and trouble to talk in detail about rhythm. I like any constructive criticism, whether or not I alter my poem itself. But TAPS also sufferd vertical sleep nightmares .... she is sacring me.
posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on July 12, 2006 at 11:45 AM
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marieclaire, Very interesting poem. I can remember that I never ever felt comfortable in my art class (I only took one) and so, I don't do art--not that kind anyway. By the way, I really liked your haiku about the vertical dreams. I seldom have them anymore but I used to have a very stressful job and every night the vertical nightmares would attack me.
posted by
TAPS.
on July 12, 2006 at 7:41 AM
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It starts off alright... I like the first four verses best.
you don't know my teacher... a terrorist in the classroom.
posted by
marieclaire66
on July 12, 2006 at 2:55 AM
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I feel no terror
when I break out
my Canson paper
and sensuous pastels.
A rare treat
a fine teacher
Long ago
art teacher
thought my
art was poor
lacking vision
lingering memory
Now he is
a friend for he
is lover of
an old copain
but I never
mention past
See what I mean about rhythm?
posted by
Azur
on July 12, 2006 at 2:26 AM
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I am awake for a few more hours, give poor dave a break he needs it.
I take your comment as compliment Yppunnnn. I do not know the meaning of plagiarism. I actually had an art teacher who used to terrorize me, I could not go near a paint brush for years without having nightmares... I would love to see my teacher's face, when I actually took up painting and even sold one! That was the sweetest revenge ever. Poetry seems to take up all my time at the moment but I do enjoy painting, well learning anyway.
posted by
marieclaire66
on July 11, 2006 at 11:35 PM
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Wakeup, Up up Marieclaire.Dave is about to get some sleep after 7hrs/3days
You gotta see how we had to study the best methods to help him sleep. TAPS and I found this book by Janet Brownlee, with Dave's picture on the cover. Sheer coincidence.
posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on July 11, 2006 at 10:27 PM
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Marieclaire66, that was a bad art class. SCRATCH. Make it a bad art teacher
But your poem has effective contrast. By the end, we run with you in the hallways. The class is over...we all heard the bell.
Am I imaginaing this or did I read this very poem elsewhere? Uncanny
posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on July 11, 2006 at 8:24 PM
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Wow! That sounds just like my art class, too!
I swear, my professor's a complete lunatic.
Do what I want 'cause I can and if I don't because I wanna .
Be ignored by the stiff and the bored because I'm gonna.
Spit and retrieve 'cause I give and receive because I wanna.
Gonna get through your head what the mystery man said because I'm gonna.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on July 11, 2006 at 6:34 PM
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