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The English Language Lacks

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“Has it ever occurred to you,’

he said, ‘that the whole history

of English poetry has been

de-termined by the fact that

the English language lacks

rhymes?”

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~ George Orwell

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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muggy

high hunidity

no air conditining

blast furnace midday sun

sweltering

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Haiku:

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sun lit cloudless sky

perfect day in paradise

happiness and love

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Poem:

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nimble fingers tickle the ivories
jubilant chords respond in kind
the music leads to pleasant reveries
a most wonderful state of mind

the vibrant colors dance off the wall
the artist depiction almost realistic
fine art needs no formal protocol
the subjects message is euphemistic

the lithe bodies moved in unison
rhythmic music pushed them forward
artfully staged in bright gold and crimson
the cadence of the heart being faithfully honored

evolution advances artistic concepts
does the human mind limit the prospects

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ME and the Boss

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Eulogy

An eulogy is a formal expression of praise.

Today, we are gathered here together to praise the life of Kelly Warren Cox.

We will not dismiss the troubles that Kelly endured throughout his life

but we will do our best to bring to light those memories that we wish to

carry in our hearts forever.

A few words from the family:

From Grandma Iris: Kelly was a beautiful person and I hate to admit that,

as my first grandchild, he was and has always been my favorite.

Kelly enjoyed referring to me as the Godfather, the person who

made things happen, the one who held the family together.

From Mother Irish:Kelly had an uncanny ability to imitate anyone and everyone.

Grandma Iris was one of his favorite targets.

Although he was exasperating at times, he was my child

and I loved him as only a mother can love a child.

From his favorite brother James, then again it is easy to be the favorite

brother when you are the only one:Hanging out playing x-box and making

music with the beat machine.

Kelly never went away without telling me to be good and that he loved me.

From Sister Irish,

Uncle Mike remembers Kelly as the younger brother that he never had.

Through good times and bad we hung together and were there for each other.

From Sara: Kelly left me a note every morning, sometimes just a smiley face,

sometimes a five page dissertation. My most favorite was the morning he left a

note, one cigarette and no money saying “I hope enjoy stopping smoking today’.

And from a litany of friends who pasted on Facebook, disbelief followed by

remembrances of Kelly as a true friend and inspiration.

From Pop-Pop’s daily blog of August 9, 2014

Memories

“Death leaves

a heartache

no one can heal,

love leaves

a memory

no one can steal.”

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~ From a headstone in Ireland

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Unconditional love says that we may not like

the actions and attitudes of some people

but we must love the soul that a loving Higher Power

has placed on this earth to carry His message.

Try to remember the good times

but never forget the message.

Today, celebrate the lives that have departed from this earth

and have faith that they are in a better place

and that their love will live on in the hearts

of all they have touched.

Love is a memory no one can steal.

Love is helping someone love themselves.