The Language Of The Soul

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“Poetry is the language of the soul;

Poetic Prose, the language of my heart.

Each line must flow as in a song,

and strike a chord that rings forever.

To me, words are music!”

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― Lori R. Lopez

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Elfje:           (Cinquain)

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swearing

in vain

not an oath

very poor language skills

vulgarities

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Haiku:

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crickets loud chirping

pollen thick enough to see

soon summer will bloom

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Poem:

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he skipped the rock across the pond
reflecting how his life did the same
with each touch ripples were spawned
like scions to carry on the family name

the undulations distorted his reflection
his memory was likewise confused
wandering, he sought some direction
his soul was very tired and abused

he was not growing old gracefully
he regretted the youth he had wasted
the ego was always acting ostentatiously
his habit was to always be inebriated

could there be another way of living
would another fox hole prayer work
should the world be forgiving
was this the prelude to going berserk

in real life there are no coincidences
a man with a plan crossed his path
just another of God’s mysterious incidents
a solution to calming his insane wrath

there was a book to give him guidance
a fellowship to welcome him home
he learned to live within the silence
how to survive the complex syndrome

holding on to his new found discovery
enjoying the life of a blessed recovery

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ME and the Boss

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Quiet Please

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“Poetry is

the least imposition

on silence

in a world

of chatter.”

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~ Marvin Bell

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Elfje: (Cinquain)

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talk

ignoring reticence

dominating the conversation

pompous know it all

chatter

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Haiku:

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blossoms are blooming

natures perpetual song

bees and butterflies

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Poem:

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some talk to hear themselves talk
some chatter because they fear the silence
the noise doesn’t help them walk the walk
emotionally there is no balance

it is not the words spoken
it is the actions that count
all riders need a token
many quandaries to surmount

life is to grow up and change
become the best person you can be
many priorities we must rearrange
not me but you will be the key

seeking happy, joyous and free
serenity and peace of mind
when sobriety adorns your marquee
recovery is what you will find.

ME and the Boss

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