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“Writing well
is the best
revenge.”
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~ Dorothy Parker
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Elfje: (Cinquain) classic: each word only one syllable
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pick
don’t grab
make it quick
catch what you can
choose
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Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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you can pick your love
will your choice pick you to love
whose heart gets broken
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Poem:
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you can’t win if you don’t play
can we treat life like a child’s game
are you a color or are you a bouquet
is there really something in a name
the clouds diminished into rainbows
the seasons came and went
clover in all colors covers the meadows
in nature nothing is ever spent
so many questions and so few answers
discovered today, obsolete tomorrow
does love motivate flamenco dancers
can eyes wide open see a peep show
I’m so content to ask the question
please, just don’t ask me for the answer
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ME and the Boss
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“I will be
the gladdest thing
under the sun!
I will touch
a hundred flowers
and not pick one.”
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~ Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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flowers
pick one
add some greens
pleasing to the eye
bouquet
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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grief beyond despair
lost feelings
the heart is alone
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Poem:
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the fearful little child
climbed the mountain
braved the unknown wild
his youth was a flowing fountain
time, time, time, passed by
responsibilities took their toll
many years pass in the blink of an eye
sometimes with, often, without a soul
held by a disease that kept him captive
he lived a life that was in constant jeopardy
his reflections clouded by an impure motive
guilt and remorse further twisted the memory
a God incident showed him the way
how to live with a backward brain
a fellowship that taught him to pray
the miracle, a new life for him to gain
time for him has begun to slow down
the joy of living, one day at a time
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ME and the Boss
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