Make Up A Rhyme

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“I can’t even

make up a rhyme

about an umbrella,

let alone death

and life

and eternal peace.”

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― Knut Hamsun, Mysteries

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Elfje:                  (Cinquain)

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peace

conflict avoidance

patience, tolerance, forgiveness

synchronized with the Uni-verse

serenity

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Haiku:

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morning to quiet

heat is already stifling

dog days have arrived

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Poem:

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death, life and eternal peace
searching for the proverbial golden fleece
life and death are gauranteed
fleece and peace need a superhuman deed

the poem makes up the rhyme
the poet just selects the time
the subject is in the language
knowing a lot of words is an advantage

today’s inspiration is umbrella
not Mary Poppins but Cinderella
searching for the charming prince
rarer than the flowering quince

I’m glad that poems need only rhyme not reason
the thought police may call it treason
Orwell’s incitement was done in prose
will it ever happen, nobody knows

many a poem ramble on forever
short and sweet is enjoyably more clever

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ME and the Boss

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Have Time

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“What is this life

so full of care,

We don’t have time

to stand and stare.”

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― W.H. Davies,

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Elfje:     (Cinquain)

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see

if possible

hear if  thinkable

words can become visual

listen

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Haiku:

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in every season

find a moment of quiet

natures time to rest

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Poem:

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the poet was obvious
it was his  life story
he sought for the vainglorious
always looking for the right allegory

parents did the best they could
neighborhood tussles and puppy love
school influenced as it should
too short to be heads above

more schooling, mostly party time
learned about sex, his ruin
no ladder of success did he ever climb
selfish, self-centered, never a union

mumble, stumble, hiding in fear                                                                                                                           content to blend into nothing                                                                                                                                     too proud to ever shed a tear                                                                                                                             emotions were for the stuffing

blessed by a Higher Power                                                                                                                                           he found there was a solution                                                                                                                                    a great fall from the ivory tower                                                                                                                                time for penance and retribution

guilt and shame swept off the street                                                                                                                   humility learned by serving others                                                                                                                            a transformation totally complete                                                                                                                              glad to be a part of a band of brothers

finally, just blessed to be so, so average

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ME and the Boss

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