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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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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“It is difficult
to write a paradiso
when all the superficial
indications are that
you ought to write
an apocalypse.”
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~ Ezra Pound
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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Eden
perfect love
heaven’s holy realm
the hearts inner circle
paradise
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Haiku:
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gentle cooling breeze
golden leaves begin to fall
fields yield their harvest
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Poem:
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mumbling through a foggy dream
sleep walking on a balance beam
haunted by many past indiscretions
practicing the giving of false impressions
never satisfied with the life I lived
envious of those who have so much to give
of material things I was jealous
resentful or those whose lives were zealous
found some steps to show me the way
a path that lead me out of the gray
lead by an unlikely band of kindred spirit
positive souls with spunk and merit
who knew that life could begin again
a reason to live, new purposes to attain
a disease that can be put into remission
a Higher Power’s will brought to fruition
ever mindful of the built in forgetter
off to a meeting to help me get better
always thankful for that fateful God incident
knowing that it was not a simple coincident
being positive, being the person my God wants me to be
a soul lucky enough to be happy, joyous and free
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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