“Even the most political poem
is an act
of faith.”
~Martin Espada
Elfje:
trust in God He is good all of the time faith
Haiku:
rain, rain, go away the garden has been flooded the lake has been filled
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Poem:
are you ever too old to learn how many brain cells do you have to burn can you teach an old dog a new trick is it the dead cells that makes the brain so thick
does new technology make life easy or is it just more income for the sleazy fat fingers never worked in any phone today to buy one you need a personal loan
soon all of the cars will be electric driven by clones who will be eccentric old timey mechanics will have nothing to fix with no transmissions they’ll need to find a new trick
change, change, change, why complain the future will come at us, just like the rain
Elfje: (Cinquain) classic: each word only one syllable
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joy
some fun
a big thrill
glad to be nice
glee
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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beautiful sky
sun and mist
rainbows everywhere
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Poem:
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looking, lost, trying to find fantasyland
this ugly, smelly reality I cannot stand
transport me to a faraway zone
let me hide by using a clone
let’s create a new space and call it Love
built with the blessings received from above
air and noise pollution may not exist
the sky above always rainbow kissed
soft melodies provided by the birds and the bees
herbal aromas wafting about on a fresh breeze
every trail and path lined with a display floral
the horizon represented by a bucolic mural
a sirens scream, a grieving mothers wail
back to earth, dreams wasted to no avail
a bang and a thud, everything used and abused
only the crazy from this world are excused
to cope, one must adjust the altitude
work hard at keeping a good attitude
let reality suck, if it must
let go, relax, in God you must trust
ME and the Boss Poetry 