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Vast Eternity

“But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.”


~ Andrew Marvel

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Elfje: Cinquain

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eat

a meal

can you cook

spud, meat and bread

food

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Haiku:

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colorful flowers

attracting ants, bees and me

with sweet aromas

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Poem:

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the horseshoe above the door was facing down
my luck had fallen to the ground
up the ladder with hammer in hand
was this the portal to Alice’s wonderland

it was a tap, tap, tap on the tack
step on a crack you break your mother’s back
righted the horseshoe without hitting my thumb
could I walk, talk and chew bubble gum

superstitions growing out of old wives tales
nevermind is to ignore the minor details
the poem is seeking something metaphorical
the only help that I can give is strictly rhetorical

to sit in rapture, to muse and ponder
how much time does a poet squander
back to the luck which is now on the ground
the old sage said that if I am prepared it can again be found

so to be prepared one needs to read more
one cannot expect life to come through the back door
love we know comes in through the window
it is death who uses the back door for his innuendo

be ready Freddy, keep the front door unlocked
keep your notebook of good ideas well stocked
may your horseshoe always be turned upward
and let today’s dessert be your favorite custard

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“Luck Is What Happens When Preparation Meets Opportunity”.
This quote is attributed to the Roman philosopher Seneca.

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No Mistakes

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“There is

no poetry

where

there are

no mistakes.”

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― Joy Harjo

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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mistakes

often made

only an artist

does so on purpose

abstract

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Haiku:

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ponds bright reflection

beautiful white lilies bloom

summer sun holds sway

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Poem:

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what lies over the yonder horizon
another sea ruled by Poseidon
forest, desert or snow capped mountain
or possibly that youthful fountain

a skyline that separates earth from sky
the shape is round one cannot deny
for some the future lies in that distant place
the end of the rainbow they do chase

the explorer seeks what is over there
dashing off on a wish and a prayer
hardly a care for what is left behind
hoping a treasure they will find

most souls never notice the horizon
never search the sky for Orion
life is lived right under their nose
the whole world exist under their toes

can you be the poet, the dreamer
the wannabe, the schemer
expand your world, make it widen
search for both sides of the horizon

 

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ME and the Boss

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