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“We have too many
high-sounding words,
and too few actions
that correspond
with them.”
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~ Abigail Adams
“the highest sounding word
that demonstrates the least action:
politician”
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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small
pretty little
not really big
compared to what’s normal
miniature
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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celebrating youth
investing in the future
the joy of learning
teaching by good example
a better education
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Poem:
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inspiration from Mother Nature
kudos to the Great Creator
there is a God today and it is not me
immensely grateful for all that I see
trees dressed out in their summer greens
nest of birds and squirrels complete the scenes
for extra drama add the spanish moss
the cuckoo will let you know who’s boss
tree rings divulge the weathers history
what they saw will always be a mystery
did Johnny Appleseed wear a pan for a hat
the bluebird of happiness stopped for a chitchat
blue skies and sunshine, a perfect day
self-quarantined, behind the window I’ll stay
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“When you finally
go back to your
old hometown,
you find it wasn’t
the old home you missed
but your childhood.”
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~ Sam Ewing
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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recollections
things remembered
people, places, things
good, bad, happy, sad
memories
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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mountains turning red
geese formations flying south
squirrels hiding nuts
nature prepares for winter
chilling winds forecast the change
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Poem:
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the bus stopped a block away
in the wrong direction
a two mile walk to school
clothes were well worn
but always clean
couldn’t afford to dress real cool
the future was a wish and a prayer
mostly fulfilling Mother’s dream
she always started with the Golden Rule
lived my life during a wonderful era
it started with the end of World War II
men on the moon and nuclear fuel
then things began to change
banks and businesses too big to fail
greed enlarged the human cesspool
politicians ran on egos, not on skills
dumbed down education, no civics class
proclaiming themselves the Lords of misrule *
they failed to follow the most obvious lesson
history repeats itself, human nature prevails
they govern from their seat on the dunce’s stool
the future is still a wish and a prayer
the rich and the powerful buying their way
immune from the press’s scorn and ridicule
Whatever happened to the Golden Rule ? ? ?
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*The Lord of misrule is the master of ceremonies at Christmas celebrations.
Politicians get re-elected by giving gifts (contracts and entitlements.)
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