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Absurd Poems by Ron Pickett

WRITERS, WRITERS

Writers, writers everywhere.
Writers, writers floating in the air.
Writers, writers tearing out their hair,
Writers, writers’ souls laid bare.

Poets, poets searching for a rhyme.
Poets, poets stretching space and time.
Poets, poets praying for a meter.
Poets, poets iambic pentameter.

Mysteries, mysteries where’s it going next?
Mysteries, mysteries the clues are in the text.
Mysteries, mysteries guilt will rise and fall.
Mysteries, mysteries now it’s time - reveal it all.

Romance, romance stories far from truth.
Romance, romance written just for youth.
Romance, romance delight, joy, and sigh.
Romance, romance never a leave a dry eye.

Drama, drama the play’s the thing.
Drama, drama a real drama queen.
Drama, drama work it all out.
Drama, drama it can end with a shout.

Scriptwriters, scriptwriters Act one, two, three,
Scriptwriters, scriptwriters full of unbridled glee
Scriptwriters, scriptwriters working In a team
Scriptwriters, scriptwriters living the dream.

Writers, writers everywhere I look
Writers, writers pitching their new book,
Writers, writers please please me, do.
Writers, writers can I be one too?



I WANT TO WALK LIKE A CROW

I want to walk like a crow.
I want to place one foot in front of me.
I want to move with purpose and grace.
I want to fly!
But I’ll settle for walking like a crow.
I see them on the tile roofs next door.
They don’t care!
Crows don’t care!
They are what they are.
All that they are and damned if they care what you think.
I want to walk like a crow!
Don’t care! Don’t worry! One foot in front of the other.
Move with ease and certainty.
Never trip or stumble!
I want to walk like a crow.
I’ll never fly.
There is a bright flash of sunlight reflecting from my chest – 
My black shiny feathers tell the world a lot.
I’m strong healthy and available. definitely available.
I take the high spot, the crown of the roof.
My landings are a show of airmanship.
My legs take the shock.
My wings ease the weight onto the surface – any surface.
Watch me!
I just want to walk like a crow.
I’ll never fly.

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Ron Pickett is a retired naval aviator with over 250 combat missions and 500 carrier landings. His 90-plus articles have appeared in numerous publications. He enjoys writing fiction and has published five books: Perfect Crimes – I Got Away with It, Discovering Roots, Getting Published, EMPATHS, and Sixty Odd Short Stories.

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