“Every poet…
finds himself born
in the midst of prose.
He has to struggle
from the littleness
and obstruction of
an actual world
into the freedom
and infinitude of
an ideal.”
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― Thomas Carlyle
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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unique
that place
like no other
paradise of one’s own
utopia
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Haiku:
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fog cascades surreal
fairy dust covers snails trails
morning dew sparkles
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Poem:
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I love tic-tac-toe
the game played with Xs and Os
Xs are for the hugs I crave
Os are for the kisses I gave
the British call it noughts and crosses
a stuffy way to put love in boxes
I guess a cold handshake will have to do
what do they do to the girl they want to woo
a special derisive thank you to Hallmark
knowing that love needed a renewed spark
for keeping St. Valentine’s legend alive
and a bigger business to contrive
can’t forget the sweets for the sweets
Russel-Stover and Godiva provide the eats
splurge, start the diet tomorrow
another good day for remorse and sorrow
this year, ignore the commercial
be special, love special
not just for that special day
but for each and every day
and in every way
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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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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