OFF BEAT

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OFF BEAT

In life we're forced
To march in step, in line.
But ragtime offers
Unexpected joy and tension.
Stressing unstressed notes
Can buoy us
Strolling in revolt
And feeling fine.  
My friend's a radical
I'm proud to know.
To be like other kids
Was not his fate.
He seeks out ways
To deviate.
It started when
He dealt with polio.
One protest
Dressed in drag
We parked my van.
A hostile cop barked,
"That's for handicapped!"
So full of sass and spite,
"I am!" he snapped
And lifted up his gown.
We laughed and ran.  
His graceful gate
Of shoulders, hips, and feet
Was bouncing to
His syncopated beat.

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

glenfitch’s Poems (16)

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IMPERSONAL TIME 0
CUPIDITAS AND CARITAS 0
OFF BEAT 0
FIFTH GRAGERS 0
TEAM PLAYER 0
ILL WIND 0
TERMINAL 0
EX LIBRIS 0
THE FINGER LAKES 0
PUBERTY 1
SKIN 0
ABOUT THAT BLISS 0
5000 PIECES 2
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