Believe

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“Those who

don’t believe

in magic

will never

find it.”

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~ Roald Dahl

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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illusion

magic trick

a supernatural conjuring

the charming sorcerers deception

legerdemain

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Haiku:

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cool April showers

nudge May flowers from the earth

spring is official

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Poem:      20 times ( x ic )

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he dreamt of things which defied logic,

his heart was malleable and plastic,

forever and always the romantic,

he pined for the times nostalgic,

when he was able to trip the light fantastic,

when life in general was not that frantic

unfortunately, reality taught him to be sarcastic

many suggested that he go play in the traffic

his response was to always play the dramatic

lay on the floor and flop around like a spastic

friends and family learned to ignore that tactic

they pushed his buttons just to see him panic

at last the diagnosis came back as a manic

all of his symptoms were crazy classic

he was given steps to recovery that were drastic

they named consequences that were graphic

with no change his life would become static

learn to be wrong, give up the fanatic

he changed, he laughed, he loved, he was ecstatic

was it a miracle or was it magic

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ME and the Boss

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“If my poetry aims

to achieve anything,

it’s to deliver people

from the limited ways

in which they see and feel.”

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― Jim Morrison

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Elfje:

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opinion

tunnel vision

one way street

no rhyme no reason

majority

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Haiku:

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eyes closed aroma

spring repopulates the earth

nature seduces

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Poem:

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he clings tenaciously to his comfort zone
he adamantly denies that he is a clone

he statistically fits into the status quo
his wife has replaced him with a rubber dildo

the kids don’t introduce him to their friends
he spends his days making unnecessary amends

the local bowling league failed to re-invite him
his insurance man told him to not go near the gym

the ultimate fanatic he paints his face in the home team colors
people in the  office will only comment, “he knows his numbers”

time is making him old and he is totally oblivious
like too many lives the ending is sadly piteous

if only he could have been persuaded to read a poem

 

ME  and the Boss

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