Open Sesame

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“poems

open doors;

that don’t

even exist.”

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― Basith

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Elfje:

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locked

can’t open

no one answers

don’t have the ley

exasperation

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Haiku:

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nature has no doors

Her world is magical

secrets man can’t find

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Poem:

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black, beady, shifty eyes
squinting slants of trouble
the hate he could not disguise
his laugh an evil chuckle

no one calls him friend
his manners are deplorable
everyone he tries to offend
the damage he does is horrible

some crafts try to make him adorable
they say for food he can be trained
his being is an existance allegorical
an exercise in frustration for the harebrained

the pest, the nuisance, the creature dogmatic
what to do about the squirrel in the attic

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Between The Words

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“The true poem

rests

between the words.”

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— Vanna Bonta

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Elfje: (Cinquain)

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Poem
About life
Because of life
To share the love
Remembrance

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Haiku:

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forever grateful
smile, laugh, love, live, give and take
you are everything

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Poem:

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wordsmith
describing a feeling
painting pictures of life
writing in rhyme
lyrical

poet
telling a story
metaphor, image or allegory
written in time
mystical

soul
seeking a reason
scribe of the divine
a graphic symbol
spiritual

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