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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.

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A Way With Language

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“Deep feeling

doesn’t make

for good poetry.

A way with language

would be a bit

of help.”

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~ Thom Gunn

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Elfje:

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feel

sad, glad

write the words

does it make sense

poetry

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Haiku:

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bugs ate the blossoms

nature cares for every one

pests need to eat too

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Poem:

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happiness is a poem
feelings left open
stories to be told
opinions uncontrolled

from a to zed
the living and the dead
words come alive
ideas on overdrive

enjoy the effort
call it desert
and when it’s done
concede to fun

forever butterflies
smelly teas roses
affections displayed
hearts accolade

emotions showing
senses growing
read and write
connoisseurs delight

for good poetry
it was a way with language.

ME and the Boss

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