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“For my part
I know nothing
with any certainty,
but the sight
of the stars
makes me dream.”
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~ Vincent Van Gogh
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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stargaze
mind unfettered
thoughts of fantasy
hopes and wishes made
daydreams
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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revenge being sought
ugly mind
ego puncturing
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Poem:
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can you believe the noise of the universe
man’s interference only making it worse
short wave, long wave, the queens wave
man has just crawled out of his cave
reality is faced with a population explosion
global warming is creating an implosion
crocodile tears for the next generation
hope they can find a cure for stagflation
maybe they will just invent another word
how many flavors can they add to bean curd
the future is a question without an answer
history is the story of the gandy dancer
today is the future and history rolled into one
ignore the questions and go have some fun
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ME and the Boss
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“It has been said
by the ancients
that poetry is a
picture without form,
and painting is a
poem with form”
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– HuaI (Song Dynasty)
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Elfje:
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form
or function
words or shapes
art for arts sake
ancient
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Elfje (Cinquain)
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gasp
can’t breathe
trying to survive
everything is black and white
nightmare
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Haiku:
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nature has her form
survival of the fittest
are we included
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Poem:
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flights of fantasy, daydreams
over and over the same unreal themes
the what if I were rich instead of beautiful
dancing, singing, the star of a musical
no morbid thoughts to inspire a poem
wishing the reveries were to be an omen
castles in the air sparked by jealously
life’s decisions handled carelessly
dreams, not goals, wasting life’s precious moment
my lethargy being my own worst opponent
move a muscle, change a thought
maybe today, maybe today, I’ll hit the jackpot
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ME and the Boss
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