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“Success is
counted sweetest
by those
ne’er succeed.”
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― Emily Dickinson
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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small
not microscopic
somewhere in between
smaller than a breadbox
little
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Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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fear creates bigot
one who can never be wrong
your opinion sucks
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Poem:
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switch gears
change your mind
let go of fears
let yesterday behind
no more tears
to ugly be blind
focus on love
let the sunshine in
do forgiveness a lot of
kindness is a win win
seek guidance from above
never ever sin
to the ignorant show patience
the best medicine is a good laugh
to the stupid extend tolerance
happiest are those who only take half
perfection is to seek the balance
warrant what will be an honest epitaph
relax
meditate
enjoy life to the max
let karma dictate your fate
let every ending be a happy climax
life should, could and can be great
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ME and the Boss
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“To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry,
though never in a Book
it lie —
True Poems flee —”
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~ Emily Dickinson
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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flee
open heart
mind set free
kindness, happiness, love, me
freedom
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Haiku:
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natures bright beauty
obvious, no camouflage
for all to enjoy
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Poem:
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every man his own song
a tune always remembered
forgotten words, just hum along
a happy soul unencumbered
first learned on mothers lap
upon playgrounds in grade school
mouth hidden by a baseball cap
whatever it took to be real cool
reminders of the first love
sock hop dances at the “y”
cooing like a mourning dove
songs like American pie
1812 Overture, Bolero
doo wop to jazz
a little song sparrow
and all that razzmatazz
we all love shower room acoustics
even the saddest music can make one happy
pencils make wonderful drum sticks
mesmerized by the tune that is catchy
sing your favorite song
find a friend, enjoy polyphony
let your heart beat strong
delight in life’s fine harmony
be someone’s sunshine
and
know that
the music will never die
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ME and the Boss
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