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“A poem
should not
mean
But be.”
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― Archibald MacLeish,
Collected Poems, 1917-1982
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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exist
must be
visable or tangible
not in the imagination
consist
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Haiku:
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happy larks warble
no concern for life or death
God is positive
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Poem:
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why me
am I am who I am
do I need a church key
does anyone give a damn
what does it mean to be free
will there be a final exam
is it more than the bird and the bee
was this world just a sham
can I just cop a plea
can I be as happy as a clam
scoring points on bended knee
why doesn’t everyone have to get with the plan
is there a God to play emcee
can my ego handle a grand slam
what really is my cup of tea
must I follow the flow diagram
too many questions,
never an answer
why not me
I’m just glad that I am
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“Music resembles poetry,
in each are nameless graces
which no methods teach,
and which a master hand
alone can reach.”
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― Alexander Pope
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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melodic
fingers dance
strings respond accordingly
tuned instrument, dynamic virtuoso
piano
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Haiku:
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sunrise muted haze
the master hand of nature
sunset brilliant blaze
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Poem:
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dimpled dancer Lilly
acting kind of silly
with talents endowed
excited the saloon crowd
ambition consumed her
practiced becoming a poseur
married to gain status
climbed upon the political apparatus
power became her passion
her persona she did refashion
she changed her name to Hillary
her soul bought by the big artillery
her ego convinced her she had won
she actually believed she was a nun
the electorate saw through her scam
she failed in their final exam
there is more yet to unfold
will the true story ever be told
has her foundation received its last donation
will what she deserves ever come to fruition
maybe she should just become Lilly again
and cease giving everyone a rectal pain
stop being the pot calling the kettle black
time to give Bill his deserved kickback
Gulliver struggled with the lilliputian
American’s their moral prostitution
how will democracy ever survive
surly it will not be by watching The Five
religious or not , say a prayer
hope will find a cure . . . somewhere
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ME and the Boss
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