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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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“You must have
a certain amount
of maturity
to be a poet.
Seldom do sixteen-year-olds
know themselves
well enough.”
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~Erica Jong
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Elfje: (Cinquain) (Classic, each word only one syllable.)
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dumb
don’t know
can’t find out
which way is up
young
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Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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tagged with graffiti
anger was his first response
gangs advertisement
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Poem:
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there was this song in my heart
I just could not get it out of my head
it was a feeling I could not get rid of
it had something to do with being in love
it was then that you walked into the room
the happy feelings began to bloom
had the words just needed a melody
harps and trumpets, something heavenly
not my talent, to impatient
I just don’t understand the relation
notes and rhythm to match the words
think I’ll just let singing to the birds
that still leaves me with the feelings for you
I want to be on a lake with you in my canoe
then I hear me strumming my out of tune guitar
the whole picture becomes hazy and bizarre
darn it, shucks, dang blam it, another failure
I know that I will never understand this behavior
despite the ruckus, there is one thing that is true
I will always and forever be in love with you
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ME and the Boss
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