Begins And Ends

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“Since when,” he asked,

“Are the first line and

last line of any poem

Where the poem begins

and ends?”

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― Seamus Heaney

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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starts

when, where

at the beginning

does it ever end

again

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Haiku:

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rain, rain, too much rain

nature doesn’t know balance

next season is drought

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Poem:

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If I could be a poem
What would I want to say???
I am me, I wish to be
I am life, I am death
I am the words that pray.

The poem can do anything
the poem is the flight of fancy
Blank verse, free verse
I am what I fantasize
I am the words that show the way.

The poem sings, the poem dances,
the poem gives one many chances,
to be me, to hope to be
I am living, I will be dying
I am the words that stay.

ME and the Boss

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Muffled Syllables

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“The muffled syllables that Nature speaks

Fill us with deeper longing for her word;

She hides a meaning that the spirit seeks,

She makes a sweeter music than is heard.”

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― George Santayana

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Elfje: (Cinquain)

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listen

in silence

the universe sings

every molecule dances accordingly

harmony

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Haiku:

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the relentless sun

hot muggy and oppressing

the summer swelters

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Poem:

nap time, babies and oldsters
completing natures cycle
bottle to bottle, diapers to diapers
ashes to ashes and dust to dust

God gives babies to the young
those who have the strength
the oldest are attended by the mature
those who have the obligation

there is no creature that doesn’t sleep
some by day most by night
some require the counting of sheep
the young just usually put up a fight

the lucky may have a pleasant dream
unfortunates are haunted by the nightmare
does night vision have a vivid color scheme
how long is a day to the hibernating bear

sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite
and may your dreams take you as high as a kite

ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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