A Haiku poem by Jenny Erlanger

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Diamond-studded lace
shimmers in the sun shower,
spider’s artistry.

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Pirate plight by Jenny Erlanger

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Though pirates get by
with a patch on one eye
their lives out at sea can be grim.

No wonder they’re mean,
all the pirates I’ve seen
have clearly been missing a limb.

I now understand
all those hooks for a hand,
the clumping around on a peg.

To fit out their ships
for those plundering trips
must cost them an arm and a leg!

Pirate plight by Jenny Erlanger

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Friday night special (Nonet) by Jenny Erlanger

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Lifted from a vat of boiling oil,

they’re tossed onto a paper base,

lightly sprinkled now with salt,

with vinegar as well,

my weekend special,

a take-home treat

delicious,

golden

chips.

Friday night special by Jenny Erlanger

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Frog watch (Nonet) by Jenny Erlanger

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Motionlessly, silently it tracks

the movements of a dragonfly

that hovers now in the reach

of a long, sticky tongue,

another victim

caught unawares

is conquered,

swallowed,

gone

Frog watch by Jenny Erlanger

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Stop Work by Jenny Erlanger

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Our microwave’s groaning,
the dishwasher’s moaning,
the fridge has developed a whir.
Our blender’s not blending,
it’s only pretending.
The food’s barely given a stir.

Our dryer’s stopped drying.
it’s not even trying
but that’s not what irks me the most.
The toaster I’m using
has started refusing
to pop up my pieces of toast.

I’m sensing defiance
from every appliance.
It must be their chores they dislike.
I’m wondering whether
they’ve plotted together
to stage this ridiculous strike?

Stop Work by Jenny Erlanger

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Out of Luck by Jenny Erlanger

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I’ve fetched a cloth and made it damp
with silver polish goo.
I’m banking on this little lamp
to make my dreams come true.
I’ve rubbed and scrubbed. I’ve really tried.
The smell has made me dizzy.
But nothing’s stirred from deep inside.
The genie must be busy.

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Bounce Bounce by Jenny Erlanger

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I leap up high and bend in two
till toes and fingers meet,
then follow with a somersault
and land back on my feet.
I bounce back to a dizzy height,
my hands attached to hips,
then arch my spine as I prepare
to do my backward flips.
Both Mum and Dad are sorry now,
the sorriest they’ve been
for never having got around
to buying a trampoline.
There’s clearly been some wear and tear
from all those tricks I’ve aced.
The mattress on my bed is wrecked
and needs to be replaced.

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Party Pandemonium by Jenny Erlanger

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I’d blown the birthday candles out
and sliced up all the cake
and then I did a silly thing.
I made a grave mistake.

I chose to do a clever trick
I’d seen performed before,
a trick to stun my party guests,
to dazzle them, for sure.

And so I grabbed the table cloth
and yanked with all my might,
anticipating gasps of awe
and squeals of pure delight.

But sadly, nothing stayed in place,
I can’t forget the sound
of glasses, bowls and dinner plates
all crashing to the ground.

The birthday cake, the party pies
and every other treat
went hurtling briefly through the air
then landed at our feet.

I could have been an instant star
but I’d just blown my chance.
If only I had made the time
to practise in advance.

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Simply Sick by Jenny Erlanger

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My nose and eyes were trickling

And my throat was really tickling.

I was coming down with something, I could tell.

And I had this premonition

my particular condition

would be something that was very hard to spell.

I was sure I had an “itis”,

and most probably bronchitis

but the doctor’s looked me over, and I’m told

I don’t have pharyngitis

and I don’t have laryngitis.

What I’ve got is just a simple, common cold.

Computer Whiz by Jenny Erlanger

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There’s a problem, he says, with the doodad.

He’s been trying for hours to install it.

The thingummyjig,

he says is too big

to plug into the whatchamacallit.

Yes, my grandpa has bought a computer

and I know that he’ll find it terrific

but he’s rung me tonight

to say something’s not right.

I just wish he could be more specific.