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It's Nice To Take A Gift


    Jack Hasling 

A little book of rhyming verses designed for reading aloud

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Reading Aloud



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Jacksverse is designed for people who find modern poetry difficult to understand. That won't be a problem when you read mine.  None of my verses were  ever accepted by the New Yorker.  What's more, you don't have to give any of them your own interpretation. In fact, I would rather you didn't do that.

JacksVerse is strickly non-profit. I didn't intend for it to be that  way, but that's the way it is. I will be posting verses periodically, and will let you know when that happens.


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Why don’t more poets just say what they mean?

Why must they be so obscure?

I’d like to pretend that their message is clear

But frankly I’m never quite sure.


Symbolic allusions are interesting tools

And metaphors work, I am told.

But often they darken the path to a thought

Concealing the purpose they hold.


Tygers that burn in the Forests of Night

 Cannot be regarded as real,

And Ravens that sit on the door of my room

Don’t help me perceive what I feel.


Just think of the years we have studied the verse

With no inclination to edit.

It might be the poet is really a fake

And the reader’s the one who gets credit.


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We have a lot of stuff in every corner of the house

And we’re running out of places it can fit.

There are boxes in the kitchen;

The garage is full of junk

And there’s nowhere in the living room to sit.


There are clothes in every closet that I haven’t worn for years

And photographs I never even share

There are handkerchiefs from relatives

With monograms, of course

And neckties too embarrassing to wear.


In the kitchen there are gadgets that I’ve never seen before

That can’t be used for cleaning or to cook

We have bookshelves in the bedroom—

But the titles, I’m afraid

Are in places where I’d never think to look.


There are folders in my file cabinet taking lots of space

With records I’ve forgotten all about.

But every time I look in there

For things I really need ,

Of course, it’s always something I’ve thrown out.


So I’ll wade through all the stuff that I’ve collected through the years

And dust if off for better or for worse

Because I never know what treasures

I will find in the debris

That will help in writing one more rhyming verse.