“But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.”
~ Andrew Marvel
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Elfje: Cinquain
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eat
a meal
can you cook
spud, meat and bread
food
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Haiku:
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colorful flowers
attracting ants, bees and me
with sweet aromas
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Poem:
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the horseshoe above the door was facing down my luck had fallen to the ground up the ladder with hammer in hand was this the portal to Alice’s wonderland
it was a tap, tap, tap on the tack step on a crack you break your mother’s back righted the horseshoe without hitting my thumb could I walk, talk and chew bubble gum
superstitions growing out of old wives tales nevermind is to ignore the minor details the poem is seeking something metaphorical the only help that I can give is strictly rhetorical
to sit in rapture, to muse and ponder how much time does a poet squander back to the luck which is now on the ground the old sage said that if I am prepared it can again be found
so to be prepared one needs to read more one cannot expect life to come through the back door love we know comes in through the window it is death who uses the back door for his innuendo
be ready Freddy, keep the front door unlocked keep your notebook of good ideas well stocked may your horseshoe always be turned upward and let today’s dessert be your favorite custard
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. “Luck Is What Happens When Preparation Meets Opportunity”. This quote is attributed to the Roman philosopher Seneca.
“It’s just endless what you can learn from a single work of art. You can fill up the crevices of your life, the cracks of your life, the places where the mortar comes out and falls away- you can fill it up with the love of art.’
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~ Vincent Price
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Elfje: (Cinquain) Classic: each word only one syllable.
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scare
cause fear
shock the nerves
make the heart jump
spook (What Vincent Price was know for.)
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Haiku: (5-7-5, nature and seasons the topic)
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spring colors blossom
refreshed after winters sleep
birds and bees arrive
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Poem:
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seeing red, totally vivid
ignorant actions that make one livid
anger is another form of fear
ulterior motives made unclear
emotions that must be explained
to keep the soul from being drained
the lessons to teach patience and tolerance
situations that require our total sufferance
wisdom achieved by learning to listen
uncovering motives that were hidden
Spiritual progress became our ultimate goal
rediscovering the value of our soul
no longer red, what we see is clear
serenity and peace devoid of fear
ME and the Boss Poetry 