Pause (by Jan)
Men, o pause to think
of fog and heat - as you play
hormoniously
For Jeanne on the occasion of her birthday (by Gary)
Creaking bones don't count
lying still you let the dark
erase your body.
Ode to Aging
A good day
An improbable world
No new aches
A birthday apology (by Larry)
Cries for surprise
Wide were your eyes
Dear Jeanne
We're mean
To you
There was a professor named Jeanne
Who liked poems - the ones that were clean.
She'd smile and she'd nod
And politely applaud.
She's the poetry contest queen!
And the winner of the lousy poetry contest is Ephraim's entry ...
There was a young woman named Jeanne
Who couldn't tell liver from spleen
Her pate was real fine
She used real good swine
But the poop the next evening was quite green