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“Life’s
too short.
Start
with Dessert!”
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~ Barbra Streisand
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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start
first course
but who counts
glad to be here
end
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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planning tomorrow
trying not to make God laugh
learning the lesson
lucky is being prepared
to meet opportunity
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Poem:
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dreaming of things that will never be
people, places and riches that I will never see
positions of power that I could never achieve
feats of glory that no one would ever believe
always content to just be little old me
enjoying a life that is simple, carefree
almost on the verge of being complacent
doing my best to try everyone’s patience
if the questions wrong there is no answer
like why is hate such a ruinous cancer
the right question is who do you love
the answer should be everyone and God above
deliberately avoiding any philosophy
friends are those who share in honesty
enjoying the Creators grand design
sunrise, sunset, every one a beautiful shrine
both young and old go forth to seek peace
may your love of mankind never cease
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ME and the Boss
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Doubt can motivate you,
don’t be afraid of it.
Confidence and doubt
are at two ends of the scale,
and you need both.
They balance each other out.”
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~ Barbra Streisand
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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even
the same
in the middle
in a steady position
balance
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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between two places
thoroughfare
main road in a town
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Poem:
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alive and well, mostly brain dead
can’t figure out what is in my head
of all the things that I have ever lost
it is my mind that I miss the most
the body says it’s time to exercise
the mind knows it would be my demise
knock, knock is there anyone at home
in that wide open space where ideas roam
does God really know what I am thinking
stinking thinking from alcoholic drinking
the lights are on but no one’s there
would I, could I, should I care
was mother able to use telepathic clairvoyance
she always knew when I was using avoidance
the announcer said the mind is a terrible thing to waste
why can’t memory be as easy as cut and paste
I think today I’ll go looking for a thought
maybe learn how to undo the gordian knot
then again the best idea seems to be to take a nap
to let the thoughts and dreams overlap
this old worn out mind may not make any sense
so allow this poem to offer a wonderful pretense
(Fake it until you make it)
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ME and the Boss
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