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“I act as the
tongue of you,.
.. tied in your mouth . .
. . in mine it begins
to be loosened.”
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~ Walt Whitman
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Elfje: (Cinquain) (Classic, each word only one syllable.)
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flip
ad lib
tongue in cheek
snide, rude, droll, wry
glib
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Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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drinking a poison
hoping for others to die
resentments are bad
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Poem:
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he doctored his coffee with sweetener and cream
he wondered that his life was no more than a dream
sunshine on the porch where he sat in his rocking chair
there he settled into old age with out a care
let the grand kids worry about world affairs
who cares that mankind in is in serious need of repairs
when will people know that humans are but one race
that existence depends upon learning to share the space
my generation ignored the humor of Will Rogers
we laughed at the bad films of those old codgers
George Carlin was so right that it almost wasn’t funny
this generation thinks only about the money
ego and greed, not politics, running todays government
even the Corona virus made many a comfortable retirement
government patents filed ten years before the pandemic
made the entire swamp a part of the evil systemic
back to the day dream, watching the butterfly drifting by
wondering why every day there are more jet streams in the sky
mulling the thoughts, should I, could I, do I care
why worry, enjoy what we can, let us begin with a prayer
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“Faith is the poetry
of our dreams;
action is the builder
of our reality.”
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~ Steve Maraboli
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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truth
fully evident
cannot be denied
forever etched in stone
reality
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Haiku:
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icy chill, snowflakes
earth being held by winter’s grip
nature hibernates
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Poem:
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sunlight on the wings of a butterfly
summer sounds of bees and birds
nature’s magnificence one cannot deny
all mighty creation to glorify
comparisons at a loss for words
human vision pales inadequate
images that the artist attempt to capture
each and every day a cause to celebrate
God laughs as we try to prognosticate
time to stop thinking, enjoy the rapture
universe reduced to mathematical perfection
wavelengths that color the rainbow
mirror, mirror, whose reflection
emotions the only imperfection
an occasional mind like Leonardo or Thoreau
whose world is this anyway
can there ever be an honest legislature
is there a replacement for religion
does one need faith to file a petition
will man ever harmonize with nature
will man eventually destroy his domain
what is the true meaning of armageddon
were all humans born with the mark of Cain
can we be content with the mundane
shall we let peace cry out to heaven
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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