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“The
earth
laughs
in flowers.”
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~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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luminous
shadowy light
deep inner glow
filmy but subtly translucent
opalescent
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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loved to distraction
awful close to smothering
you cannot own them
too jealous is a sickness
room to breathe does much better
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Poem:
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act your age
I don’t know how
I’ve never been this age before
am I supposed to act like a bore
it is not an act, I think I am real
I know I am not a very big deal
I’m just glad to be little old me
a soul that is happy, joyous and free
getting old has not been fun
that and too many things left undone
will the circus ever come back to town
do you have to grow up if you are a clown
in the beginning the sun will rise
all of nature will look to the skies
when all is done the sun will set
each day a deadly game of roulette
today I’ll act the way I want to act
regardless of my age, and that is a fact
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ME and the Boss
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“I said:
‘A line will take us
hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem
a moment’s thought,
Our stitching and unstitching
has been naught.”
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― William Butler Yeats
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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idea
problem solved
if it works
put to the test
hypothesis
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Haiku:
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snow melts on the roof
icicles hang from the eaves
storms cold reminders
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Poem:
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family stories handed down
characters and events
a legacy of disputed renown
all told using phoney accents
the uncle who was the clown
the pioneers who lived in tents
the forest that they all cut down
the ones who worked for presidents
the maker of her own wedding gown
the aunt who gave the best presents
a horse thief who lost a showdown
the old homestead with the picket fence
embellished by generations on down
who among us can dispute their contents
never a sad face, dry eye or a frown
will future scions have a laugh at my expense
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ME and the Boss.
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