free poem,{slight}fee poem

free poem

this poem is a free
……………………(spirit)
-for-all fall
…………….(from grace)
of white space.

she’s so lost, she’s no
cost, just loose words tossed
to page:

gregarious gratis,
rate-free rage.

it’s getting late
in the game,
and she’s tired,
but tried and true.
it’s elementary, my dear.
she’s complimentary all year.
rudimentary, but never
rude.

not even a tip
(nor trip, nor sip of sun,
nor slip of tongue)
is needed to fuel her falling.
she’s calling
it good.

she’s free at last,
from the past.
have you read her?
you should.

 

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{slight}fee poem

brother, can you spare a dime
(a rhyme, some time
to punch the clock?)

cuz oh dear,
we need a token
for this unspoken word,
this absurd costly tumble
of letters, this unfettered
ink.

put her on retainer,
retain her,
refrain her
in phrase.

some per diem.
(just seize ’em,
then give her a raise.)

do you think we’re just here
for our health?
……………………..(oh, please.)
poems should
bring wealth, prosperity
or perhaps the occasional free
cup of tea.
…………………….(after all, at the very least, it’s costing time – and trees.)

a salary would be our plea
for this paper, words.
paid per word?
absurd,
but true. go figure.

she’s now on the market,
well-versed,
all vim and vigor – poised
to fall.

best of all, you can get yours today.
we’ll even throw in some iambic rock
-a-billy rhythm.

……………………………now how much would you pay?

 

..
In April, we poem. But never for pay. 

 

 

 

 

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