Listen

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“The poet

doesn’t invent.

He listens. ”

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~ Jean Cocteau

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Elfje:

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words

written, spoken

reflections of life

painting an imperfect picture

listening

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Haiku:

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lightening and thunder

accompanying springs rain

dramatic nature

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Poem:

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they listened to the old man’s tale

knowing that there were embellishments

the pause, the  dramatic inhale

entertainment for the residents

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they used to get up and go to work for a living

careers they called them, it paid the bills

one day a year they would celebrate thanksgiving

now it’s talk regarding the changing of the wills

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most are enjoying their life’s longevity

the happiest enjoy doting on the next generation

few ponder the length of eternity

fewer yet the theory of creation

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day to day they enjoy this existence

following the path of least resistance.

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ME and the Boss

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Tales To Spin

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“If you are a dreamer come in

If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar

A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer

If you’re a pretender com sit by my fire

For we have some flax golden

tales to spin

Come in!

Come in!”

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― Shel Silverstein

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Elfje:

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imagination

contrived situations

falsehood bordering truth

people, places,things changed

tales

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Haiku:

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what you think you see

the chameleon changes

natures hiding place

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Poem:

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let go or be pulled along

replace it with something better

does every life need a theme song

are we marked with a scarlet letter

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seeking positive reinforcement

family and friends the preferred source

proud to receive a personal endorsement

stepping stones to  life’s best course

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the devil dines on the negative

set your table with the bright optimistic

the attitude, good or bad, is never inherited

allow the mind and soul to grow synergistic

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focused on the here and now

have faith, you do know how.

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ME and the Boss

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