“But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.”
~ Andrew Marvel
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Elfje: Cinquain
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eat
a meal
can you cook
spud, meat and bread
food
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Haiku:
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colorful flowers
attracting ants, bees and me
with sweet aromas
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Poem:
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the horseshoe above the door was facing down my luck had fallen to the ground up the ladder with hammer in hand was this the portal to Alice’s wonderland
it was a tap, tap, tap on the tack step on a crack you break your mother’s back righted the horseshoe without hitting my thumb could I walk, talk and chew bubble gum
superstitions growing out of old wives tales nevermind is to ignore the minor details the poem is seeking something metaphorical the only help that I can give is strictly rhetorical
to sit in rapture, to muse and ponder how much time does a poet squander back to the luck which is now on the ground the old sage said that if I am prepared it can again be found
so to be prepared one needs to read more one cannot expect life to come through the back door love we know comes in through the window it is death who uses the back door for his innuendo
be ready Freddy, keep the front door unlocked keep your notebook of good ideas well stocked may your horseshoe always be turned upward and let today’s dessert be your favorite custard
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. “Luck Is What Happens When Preparation Meets Opportunity”. This quote is attributed to the Roman philosopher Seneca.
Elfje: (Cinquain) Classic, each word only a single syllable.
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words
you said
nouns and verbs
a tone of voice
speech
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Haiku:
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pitter patter rain
seedling needs food, sunshine
Gods hydroponics
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Poem:
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he was dreaming of building a rocket while wearing a hat like Davy Crockett no dreams, much to young to smoke a pipe most of the world saw him as a stereotype
mumbled and stumbled through life as a teenager went to college but could never declare a major got drunk and was kicked out of the fraternity managed to impregnate the ugliest girl in the sorority
never confused with being an eager beaver managed to survive as an underachiever alcohol and drugs he turned into an abuse the mean ugly world gave him an excuse
since we love happy endings, we’ll give him recovery finding the truth was a road of discovery he now lives a life that is happy, joyous and free believing in a Higher Power was beginning key
to the still sick and suffering he shares his story to the God of his understanding he gives all glory more sobriety, more keys, more doors to open enjoying the best world he could have ever chosen
ME and the Boss Poetry 