“I only wrote prose
before I met you.
My musings were
superfluous and serious
as well.
But now the words
dance with me.
I sing with them
and we create poetry.”
― Kamand Kojouri
.Elfje: (Cinquain) .
choir as one name that tune each with a part song.Haiku: .
perfect harmony earth and water side by side supporting all life .Poem:
. it's seven am in the morning the alarm goes off without warning I'm old, I'm tired, why must I awake please brain, answer me, for heaven's sake under the covers warm and snug I'm as smug as a bug in a rug think, no alarm was ever set by mistake maybe by the guy who is nuttier than a fruitcake oh yes, it is Christmas eve in Santa the grandchildren still believe must have dinner ready when they arrive thankful for them that it is a short drive stopped complaining about the hour many things to do within my power the place is clean, a few decorations set there is always one thing that I will forget dinner was prepped the night before a ham, small turkey, trimmings and more grandkids love Gramps idea of dessert first their parents think the concept is the worst they're here, they're here, kisses and hugs lets get the hot chocolate and fill those mugs stories to tell, memories to be made peace and prosperity for all we prayed with gifts exchanged, the goodbyes are said pleasant dreams awaiting, he is ready for bed. ME and the Boss
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ME and the Boss Poetry 
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