An Ideal

“Every poet…

finds himself born

in the midst of prose.

He has to struggle

from the littleness

and obstruction of

an actual world

into the freedom

and infinitude of

an ideal.”

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― Thomas Carlyle

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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unique

that place

like no other

paradise of one’s own

utopia

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Haiku:

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fog cascades surreal
fairy dust covers snails trails
morning dew sparkles

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Poem:

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I love tic-tac-toe
the game played with Xs and Os
Xs are for the hugs I crave
Os are for the kisses I gave

the British call it noughts and crosses
a stuffy way to put love in boxes
I guess a cold handshake will have to do
what do they do to the girl they want to woo

a special derisive thank you to Hallmark
knowing that love needed a renewed spark
for keeping St. Valentine’s legend alive
and a bigger business to contrive

can’t forget the sweets for the sweets
Russel-Stover and Godiva provide the eats
splurge, start the diet tomorrow
another good day for remorse and sorrow

this year, ignore the commercial
be special, love special
not just for that special day
but for each and every day

and in every way

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ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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About merb010

Spring Hill, FL, United States Two nice old folks just hanging out, not hurting a bug or anything larger. The years have been kind to us and we now we are enjoying our golden years reading and writing. We are grateful for the God given talents that we now use to help others. View all posts by merb010

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