Meeting The Family

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I meet your family.

The toothless, the fairy

The hobbit, and the biker.

And I don’t know why

I feel at home

While needing to escape

To the library

 

You meet my family.

The munchkin, the brain

The witch, and the calculator.

And you don’t know why

You feel at home.

We meet at the library.

 

(You are allowed to fill in the underlined with your own version.)

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29 Responses to Meeting The Family

  1. Mel Pete says:

    Perfect!

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  2. skirtdiary21 says:

    the nerd, and the poets

    And you don’t know why

    You feel at home.

    We meet at the back of the cafe

    Away from the rest of the world

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  3. Mazzy says:

    My Dear Trickster – if I may! 😀 😀 😀

    I read your poem and I discovered to my great joy that in every line it was to my mind as if I had indeed entered a new street and still there it was stood with valiant declaration – my Home! 😀 😀

    “And then we did indeed go to the library!” 😀 Exceptional and one that I shan’t forget that easily! 😀
    Mazzy 😀 😀 😀

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  4. r_prab says:

    I meet your family.

    The Unearthly, the Eerie

    The Dracula, and the Dark Knight.

    And I don’t know why

    I feel at home

    While needing to escape

    To the light

    You meet my family.

    The Old, the Kind

    The Valiant, and the Wise.

    And you don’t know why

    You feel at home.

    We meet at the light.

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  5. Meritings says:

    I meet your family.
    The vain, the glorious
    The shy, and the shirker.
    And I don’t know why
    I feel at home
    While needing to escape
    To the bathroom

    You meet my family.
    The communist, the sadist
    The arsonist, and the hedonist.
    And you don’t know why
    You feel at home.
    We meet in the bathroom.

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  6. pranabaxom says:

    I meet your family.

    The preacher, the teacher

    The prankster, and the robber.

    And I don’t know why

    I feel at home

    While needing to escape

    To the mortuary

    You meet my family.

    The politician, the socialite

    The bitch, and the vampire.

    And you don’t know why

    You feel at home.

    We meet at the beach.

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  7. I don’t think I need to replace any of the aforementioned underlines; you seem to have described all my family as well as all those I happened to meet along the way….:)

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  8. silverlining says:

    This is a very vivid description! I don’t see the need to change any lines 🙂

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  9. vjknutson says:

    My family: the obtuse, the disabled, the feminist, the thinker, the moonchild.
    Love it – thanks for letting us play along!

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  11. ninja network says:

    See y in library Reblogged with love 👀soon

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  12. gypsytote says:

    i meet your family,
    the sword, the gentleman
    the reckless and the soldier
    And I don’t know why
    I feel at home
    while needing to escape
    into the waves

    You meet my family,
    the judgemental, the artist
    the aspiring pilot and the mastermind
    And you don’t know why
    You feel at home
    while needing to escape
    We meet ashore.

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  13. I meet your family,
    the mad one, the hooka smoker,
    the enraged queen and the one who just grins
    It feels familiar,
    and I need time with you
    through the looking glass.

    You meet my family,
    and there’s fewer of them
    mostly have been left behind
    by choice
    when I fell down the rabbit hole.

    Thanks this was fun!

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  15. The last line was the best; how glad to meet someone who would escape to the library… though I might have gone to the museum/gallery instead.

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  16. Wrought Words says:

    I meet your family.
    The suit, the swindler
    The surgeon, and the liar.
    And I don’t know why
    I feel at home
    While needing to escape
    to the woods.

    You meet my family.
    The sycophant, the boozer
    The embezzler , and the hoarder.
    And you don’t know why
    You feel at home.
    We meet at the sawmill.

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  17. vivachange77 says:

    Your poem is wonderful and zany! I love the creative responses. The blog family feasts. 🙂

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  18. Just Joan says:

    What a great way to stir up parodies, Elan! Bravo!

    I meet your family.
    The bigamist, the ex-cop,
    The angry saint, the one in the closet.
    And I don’t know why
    I feel at home
    While needing to escape
    To the nearest rollercoaster.

    You meet my family.
    The clean freak, the sly farter,
    The Valedictorian, the almost-twins
    And you don’t understand how
    I could possibly be related to them
    We meet at Cedar Point.

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  19. Kris says:

    The best place in the world is a library!

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  20. aldearon says:

    I meet your family
    But I never feel at home
    The smug, the crash
    the cleanliness and the not so brave
    I cannot escape though
    and long for dessert

    I invite you to my family
    as you enter my home.
    The unsure, the quiet
    the mess and the bitter cold
    And then you serve up
    my just dessert

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