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That Celestial Source

“Every beauty which

is seen here by

persons of perception

resembles more

than anything else

that celestial source

from which we all are come.”

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~ Michelangelo

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)    classic: each word only one syllable

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joy

some fun

a big thrill

glad to be nice

glee

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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beautiful sky

sun and mist

rainbows everywhere

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Poem:

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to be a raspberry or not
identified by the purple spot
how did it become the Bronx cheer
fans who consumed one to many a beer

the bush, however, is a thorny problem
bees and butterflies love the blossom
one plant gives birth to a hundred suckers
this is only good if your name is Smuckers

at the local diner berries are the favorite pie
at home, dad’s favorite was the infamous shoofly
topped with ice cream, they are berrie berrie good
berries in a smoothie is well understood

wild berries were lunch for the wandering child
delightful innocence,  and God smiled
that pollution won’t spoil the berries we pray
you, yourself, please have a berry good day

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ME and the Boss

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The Desire

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“The desire

to write

grows with

writing.”

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~ Desiderius Erasmus

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)    classic: each word only one syllable

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write

to pen

spell words right

print, type, scribe, sign

tell

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Haiku:     (5-7-5, nature and seasons the topic)

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the winter earth rest

a season to replenish

a spring feast is next

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Poem:

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the dream so real I could touch it
awoke with a head that was split
in a cold sweat with a hairy tongue
feeling like a miner with black lung

oh the joys of a hangover
by a Mack truck you have been run over
daylight hurts the back of the eyes
every little noise is a big surprise

every hair follicle screaming ouch
pasted by a sweaty T-shirt to the couch
oh God, I swear, never again
from drugs and alcohol I will abstain

until the next time

the devil said I was having fun
if I stick to only beer, wine, vodka, rum
put on a limit to just three or four
remember the oath that I swore

will I ever tire of being sick and tired
of really being sick and tired
what shall I call my bottom
is my problem that uncommon

they say don’t ever forget that last drunk
don’t worry about how low you have sunk
just keep coming back is all they implore
the rewards will be more than you could ever ask for

choices, choices and choices
just listen to the sober voices
learn to live one day at a time
off that couch you will be able to climb

and pray that there will be no next time

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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