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You Triumph

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“Breath,

dreams,

silence,

invincible calm,

you triumph.”

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~ Paul Valery

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Elfje: Cinquain

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beat

gain ground

out in front

from last to first

win

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Haiku:

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rainy season starts

every day a short shower

humidity rules

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Poem:
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he tried to strangle the keyboard
the words were stuck in outer space
everything read like the congressional record
every idea seemed to be out of place

the poem would not get off of first base
it blatantly lied to me with a straight face
it giggled and laughed and called me names
it made every attempt to go up in flames

finally I declared enough is enough
time for the poetic muse to get tough
this poem needs a topic like death or love
compromise said the poem,
lets talk about the God from above

the Creator who makes all things possible
the One whose concept is philosophical
keeping balance in the Uni-verse, day and night
and when we accept, everything is just right

the list goes on for those who are forever grateful
an inside job whose attitude is delightful
having the courage to build on a foundation of faith
to fend off the curse that is cast by the wraith

the Almighty was benevolent and the words erupted
all is good when the Spirit is trusted
even the poem gave a sigh of contentment
the last thing anyone would ever want is a resentment

another poem inspired by Providence
trusting in the All Powerful’s competence
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A Character

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“Then you are a poet?’

she asked, fingering

the flyer in her pocket.

No not at all,

he waved his hand.

I am merely a character

in a poem.”

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― Karen Tei Yamashita

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Elfje: Cinquain

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hand

pass out

give to each

play cards for fun

deal

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Senryu:

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her expectations

she will cry over spilt milk

she wants what she wants

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Poem:

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no rhyme, no reason, no character
the poem had no relationship with an ancient mariner
the words just stumbled along looking for a home
the poem even sought advice from the garden gnome

even the writing muse shook her head
she said no line could be writ with a golden thread
despite the obstacles the poem kept trudging along
the page had to be filled come right or wrong

and then in a dream the character appeared
a hero who said there was nothing to be feared
said she, the words you seek are a dime a dozen
and most are as enjoyable as a kissing cousin

the poem was ecstatic, giggling with delight
the ideas kept coming day and night
adieu the hero said, my job is done here
she said the poems model should be Shakespeare

so is this a sonnet, to be or not to be
probably. with just an extra quatrain, as you can see

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