The Food OF Love

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“I have

been used to

considering poetry

as the food

of love”

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~  Jane Austen

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Elfje:

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digestable

life giving

body, mind, soul

manna for the heart

love

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Haiku:

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tempest in teapot

ruled over by natures laws

minds misperception

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Poem:

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what is love but a billion good feelings
what is a dove
but the Creators symbol of healing

what is life just a soul encased in a body
what is a wife
just the essence of what is godly

what is true happiness a life filled with love
what is real meaningful
an effort to live a life thereof

should we endure an existence of contempt
or
should we try to make an attempt

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ME and the Boss

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Open Sesame

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“poems

open doors;

that don’t

even exist.”

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― Basith

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Elfje:

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locked

can’t open

no one answers

don’t have the ley

exasperation

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Haiku:

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nature has no doors

Her world is magical

secrets man can’t find

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Poem:

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black, beady, shifty eyes
squinting slants of trouble
the hate he could not disguise
his laugh an evil chuckle

no one calls him friend
his manners are deplorable
everyone he tries to offend
the damage he does is horrible

some crafts try to make him adorable
they say for food he can be trained
his being is an existance allegorical
an exercise in frustration for the harebrained

the pest, the nuisance, the creature dogmatic
what to do about the squirrel in the attic

ME and the Boss

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