How To

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“How to

Write a Poem

Catch the air

Around the butterfly.”

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― Katerina Stoykova Klemer

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Elfje:   (also know as a Cinquain)

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blink

lightening bugs

warm summers night

caught  in a jar

memories

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Haiku:

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on butterfly wings

dreams and memories fly by

ethereal seasons

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Poem:

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the beautiful garden makes me think

how bright flowers can foster bright thoughts

fountains and feeders for the hummingbird to drink

the whole world dressed in day-glow pink

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the brain is flooded with the aroma of blossom

beautiful butterflies pass through on wings of gossamer

above the blue sky is filled with clouds of cotton

the children’s favorite words are “totally awesome”

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the calm breeze generates thoughts of a catnap

pleasant nothings to hang one’s hat on

the jasmine vine entwines, natures gift wrap

the unsuspecting lured in by the Venus fly trap

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man is the only animal that sees color

meaning Nature designed all this beauty for us

the value is more than just a few sand dollar

the big lesson is: my ego just became smaller

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there is a God and it is not me

Her Universe’s design is so complex

without Him my garden could not be

and best to remember, thank God it is free.

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ME and the Boss

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Forever

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“Art

is long,

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Time

is fleeting.”

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― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Elfje:

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art

time fly’s

making sweet music

when you’re having fun

eternity

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Haiku:

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air conditioning

mechanical invention

not the real season

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Poem:

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did Frost care about his legacy

as an American icon in his own time

was Poe ever concerned about his identity

as an editor he offended very many

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the poet laments man’s frailty

founded on historic and trending times

lemmings dressed as soldiers bravely

lying on hearts and minds weighty

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most never notice that life goes on

consumed with ego and pressing demands

not the sharpest in the box of crayon

like a tortoise into their shell withdrawn

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there are two sides to every coin

to be politically correct, bi-polar

the mind has it’s own life to purloin

dramatic pretenses trying to be soigne

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is it a discussion or an argument

will there be a winner or a loser

males driven by the domestic termagant

or is she just the trophies ornament

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the diplomatic never gives in to either side

inspiration for the next installment

is there a soul who has never lied

it is not our wants that life will provide

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forget the legacy, let us just play pretend

lose the identity and be the chameleon

who cares, life is nothing but a tiny godsend

enjoy this chance, be a loving dividend.

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ME and the Boss

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