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“. . .criticism is to poetry
as air is to a noise:
it allows it to be heard;
and even if we can’t see it
or feel it, it is there,
shaping how we hear.”
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~ Annie Finch
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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aroma
wafting through
the open window
nature’s most fragrant perfume
jasmine
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Haiku:
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morning dew befalls
hiding natures fall colors
tears dried by the sun
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Poem:
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poetry is prayer and meditation
asking for guidance without citation
hearing answers, God’s narration
experience guides how you think
inspiration supplies the missing link
words that make the writer look prink
when facing a blank sheet of paper
don’t argue with the Great Creator
just trust the ultimate magic maker
words that appear out of the rainbow
sit back, listen, go with the flow
watch the lines begin to grow
oh what pleasure to hear the rhyme
heavenly bells begin to chime
word pictures become poetry sublime
everyone is a poet they say
each in their own very unique way
just sit, write and pray
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ME and the Boss
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“The purpose of poetry
is to remind us /
how difficult it is
to remain
just one person…”
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― Czesław Miłosz
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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dexterous
many hats
will try anything
with multi faceted personality
confused
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Haiku:
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morning chill brings fog
fall colors portend winter
mother natures sleep
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Poem:
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The mind is the key
To a Higher Power I plea
I am but a steward of theUni-verse
Deigned not to do the perverse
Mother nature to protect
Nor my body to neglect
Acknowledging that the soul dwells
beautifully adorned in light pastels
In the heart of all who pray
For however long or short their stay
The mind is the enigma
Choices are what grow the stigma
The mind must humbly respect
So that the body and soul will reflect
A life that could not be any greater
A life that is worthy of the Creator
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ME and the Boss
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