“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://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“I –
will have poetry
in my life.
And adventure.
And love.
Love above all.”
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― Marc Norman
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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splish
bubbly water
taking a bath
on a Saturday night
splash
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Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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butterflies galore
senses swelled by the garden
joy and happiness
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Poem: ** ABba/abAB/abbaA (rondel)
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who doesn’t love a holey bagel
covered with a schmear of cream cheese
add a drizzle of honey from the bees
an appreciated staple for the breakfast table
the immigrants recipe came from an angel
everything or cinnamon raisin if you please
who doesn’t love a holey bagel
covered with a schmear of cream cheese
for many connoisseurs lox are a staple
a mixed bakers dozen are just a tease
all washed down with a juice you squeeze
finagle a bagel whenever you are able
who doesn’t love a holey bagel
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** Today, February 9th, 2019, is National Bagel Day . . . enjoy . . .
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ME and the Boss
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