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The chase and executing of Bin Laden.

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Taking a break from Ruby Rose and feeling reflective, so thought I'd give poetry a crack. Not because I'm any good at it, but I wanted to play around with interpretations/double meanings. I know as a poem this is really awkward - clumsy rhyming, lousy rhythm, annoying experimental pace ... so I'm looking more for suggestions on how to improve, rather than pointing out what I already know is crap. I'm particularly looking for feedback on the content - I'm trying for the interpreting-alternative-meanings concept without being too obvious or too obscure ... walkin' the line, I guess.

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My Apology for posting the wrong piece! My Beluved" was not the piece I meant to post. It was one in many trying a song approach. MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING A SONG My son will be jealous. Many have already read this and the little changes will add nothing so please do not leave a review.

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When a loved one with Alzheimer's Disease forgets who you are, the pain it brings is unimaginable. But when family is there to wipe the tears and hold your hand, you learn to cope. This story is about the day we realized that my dad, the man we've known all of our lives, is gone. The publisher I've been working with wants a little bit more drama in the mix. I'm kind of flailing around to be honest. It all makes me so nervous! I know there are formatting/grammar/spelling issues, I apologize. I do things like this quickly than I go back and correct what I see. Be honest, God knows I need it!

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I'd better explain a couple of things which may have you scratching your head. Muti = Af for medicine, poison, etc etc. Sun-downer = a drink (or 3) imbibed at about the time the sun’s going down, being 5:30 – 6:30 around these parts. I look forward to comments.

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I try to encourage any and all feedback. I realize this poem is cryptic, so here is the meaning of this poem for those who are interested: My mother died last year, so I was the one grieving in this poem. My wife and I decided to have a third child after my Mom's death. I didn't actually want the third child until I lost my mother, which changed my mind. It seems that I have been to several funerals of relatives and friends lately and it forced me to think of my own mortality and how short life is. My decision to have another child was born out of my grief for my mother and my realization that children are the only way to extend oneself into the future. My wife and baby boy are both fine. Little Noah Elisha was one day old when I wrote this poem. Tanka is defined as follows: "Haiku is always written in 3 lines. Tanka has an additional 2 lines of 7 syllables each with a line space after the Haiku section." Also, I am following the Japanese traditional rule that long vowells count as two syllables, or onji.

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I was taking my early morning walk; the day before had been rather difficult; full of questions unanswered, and as I was thinking about it, part of this writing popped into my head...the title and the first 2 lines. I came home and added the rest.

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