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“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
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ME and the Boss
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“Write
what you like;
there is no
other rule.”
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~ O. Henry
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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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looking, lost, trying to find fantasyland
this ugly, smelly reality I cannot stand
transport me to a faraway zone
let me hide by using a clone
let’s create a new space and call it Love
built with the blessings received from above
air and noise pollution may not exist
the sky above always rainbow kissed
soft melodies provided by the birds and the bees
herbal aromas wafting about on a fresh breeze
every trail and path lined with a display floral
the horizon represented by a bucolic mural
a sirens scream, a grieving mothers wail
back to earth, dreams wasted to no avail
a bang and a thud, everything used and abused
only the crazy from this world are excused
to cope, one must adjust the altitude
work hard at keeping a good attitude
let reality suck, if it must
let go, relax, in God you must trust
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ME and the Boss
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