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“Only
times
and places ,
only
names
and ghosts.”
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Elfje: Cinquaiin
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spook
lost soul
not a trace to haunt my place
ghost
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Tanka: 5,7,5 7,7
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his story was sad
he needed a ghostwriter
read but never seen
to tell his tale or go mad would it end up as fiction
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Poem:
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the old town clock rang in the hour what was I doing up at three in the morning a ghostly sound from atop of the tower an omen, was it the specters fair warning
a mist blew in from across the bay adding an echo to the eerie sound moonlight made everything appear a whitewash grey a distant foghorn was heard in the background
the smell of salt water hug in the air the senses aroused made my hair stand on end muscles tensed, awaiting a scare at that moment I needed a friend
the alarm was loud, the fog slowly lifted hate those dreams that are so totally vivid
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“Your shadow
in the morning
striding behind you
Or your shadow
in the evening
rising to meet you;”
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~ T S Eliot’s ‘Wasteland’
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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light
traveling forward
going almost everywhere
stopped by my mind
shadows
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Haiku:
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winters short shadows
natures very own time clock
summers long shadows
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Poem:
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looking for the bright side
wanting to share the love
having a kind friend as a guide
I think He is from above
the sheep follow the religion
the books they interpret for their cause
of love He needs just a smidgen
maybe there are just too many laws
always doing the next right thing
speaking from the heart not the brain
upon a star my hope does swing
no need to rely upon shadowy arcane
every thought is a prayer
as long as you don’t ask for much
a secret oath the world should swear
hugs only with a very soft touch
opining for a trend worldwide
a good deed to be proud of
to rid the world of the acrimonious
to have all hearts and souls harmonious
share the love
be the love
follow your heart
always do your part
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