Elfje: Cinquain (Classic, each word only one syllable)
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flat
no taste
used too much
not full of life
stale
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Senryu:
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just go with the flow
control is always God’s choice
just let things happen
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Poem:
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unique we think, yet we are more alike especially for that drunk named Mike he learned to identify the many feelings better than watching the spinning ceilings
just another with brains on backward inebriated, uninhibited, wannabe bad actor fear motivated his entire persona really an angel but he lost his corona
God, in His mercy, struck him sober said it would be his last hangover he was introduced to a Group Of Drunks they showed him how to step out of the dumps
time passed on and he found peace of mind he even learned how to be loving and kind a spiritual foundation gave him serenity family and friends loved his new identity
today he is about giving back his wisdom is a trusted almanac he offers others the pathway to nirvana for some it’s a road map to find Tijuana
his brain is still on backwards he knows but a new way of thinking really shows he only suggest that you may try his way the least you can do is to stop and pray . ME and the Boss
a mask carved from stone
he was always so very, very serious
a smile would probably crack his face
his demeanor posed deleterious
most believed he had no heart
his vocabulary consisted of grunts and groans
but under it all his mother knew
he had a good heart and strong bones
who knows what is behind God’s grand design
who among us is qualified to judge another’s character
can anyone determine the strength of that man’s spine
only God knows who is prey and who is predator
once upon a certain Saturday all hell broke loose
a recalcitrant unleashed a hailstorm of destruction
the stone face frowned and knew he had no excuse
he reacted as taught by his military instruction
credited with saving many, a hero posthumously
never let a face judge a heart that lives generously
ME and the Boss Poetry 