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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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“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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