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“Now the trouble
about trying to
make yourself stupider
than you really are
is that you very often
succeed.”
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~C. S. Lewis
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Elfje: (Cinquain) classic: each word only one syllable
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sin
in hell
guilt and shame
to be a fool
flaw
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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forever the fool
not being true to myself
trying to be more
I cannot be embarrassed
because I am always right
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Poem:
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the farmer works 24/7, 365
his show is never taped, always live
following nature he knows all of the rules
experience and passion provide him the tools
from drought to flood natures rules do change
life is not always easy on the grange
the fickle consumer wants no GMO’s
yet they still buy all of those false promos
thank God for farmers, I love to eat
brought to the grocery store down the street
choices, breakfast, lunch and dinner
if I choose right my diet can be a winner
please say a prayer for a bumper crop
may the farmer always come out on top
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ME and the Boss
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“…if you do not
even understand
what words say,
how can you expect
to pass judgement
on what words conceal?”
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~ Hilda Doolittle
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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understood
knew it
could define it
could intelligently discuss it
comprehended
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Haiku:
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quick summer shower
brought the humidity up
barely wet the lawn
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Poem:
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Sirius and the dog days have just passed
the sweltering heat remains
lethargy and indolence are forecast
there is a definite slowing of the brains
the boll weevils don’t seem to mind
hound dogs trying to avoid the ticks
seeking shade wherever it can be found
even too hot to discuss the local politics
the cat hides under the kitchen sink
licking condensation from the cold water pipe
so oppressive that one can hardly think
the fruit on the vine is close to overripe
a dark cloud grows over the horizon
praying for a needed cooling rain
hoping to survive this very dry season
there is no movement on the weather vane
checking the almanac to see what is next
summoning the indians to do a rain dance
barn painted with signs to ward off the hex
the farm has always been a game of chance
thank God that the farmer is resilient
we eat because they are so persistent
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ME and the Boss
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