When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I can only stare, and shape my grief In little words.
~ Dorothy Parker
Elfje: Cinquain
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babies
cute twins
boy and girl
dressed blue and pink
children
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Senryu:
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born to be happy
was loved and knew how to love
with a heart of gold
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Poem:
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here’s hoping that your every day is a Sunday giving your Higher Power a day to rest having gratitude for each and every day doing His will makes it the best
accepting life without a worry always trying to do the next right thing do it now so later you won’t have to hurry please don’t cry over the broken shoe string
begin each day with an attitude of gratitude best to know that you have a choice better to be seen than being viewed show your love by using a happy voice
don’t pay Peter by what from Paul you rob always the choice, happiness is an inside job
Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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alligator tears
looking for more sympathy
loves the attention
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Poem:
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it is raining, God’s most precious gift
the tonic that gives everyone a lift
animal and vegetable alike
even the little boy whose name is Mike
except when it was time to clean behind his ears
Mother only laughed at his crocodile tears
an Aquarius, he took to water like a fish
his favorite snack was Mother’s knish
he was a sneak and from the truth he fled
his whole world existed inside his head
a loner by nature, he never had a friend
never someone on whom you could depend
drinking too much never helped his disposition
that and his total lack of any ambition
too many jobs to count, many marriages failed
could never remember how many times he was jailed
a devine miracle, God struck him sober
he became a human instead of an ogre
he found his soul, a smile gave him a facelift
behind the rain he is now God’s next best gift