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‘Writing is like sex.
First you do it for love,
then you do it for your friends,
and then you do it for money.”
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~ Virginia Woolf
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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Title: Adeline Virginia Woolf
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precursor
women’s rights
stream of consciousness
anonymous was a woman
avant-garde
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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watching the grass grow
one of nature’s miracles
interdependent
cows rummage and produce milk
humans steal it to nourish
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Poem:
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a babbling brook fed by melting snow
reflecting silver from the full moon’s glow
the nightingale’s song providing harmony
the hoot owls rhythm fitting in perfectly
nature does abhor man’s interference
his scars diminishing her appearance
burning and plowing causing a blight
pollution blocking the vital sunlight
man’s forest of concrete and steel
dams, locks and levees most surreal
environmentalist fighting a losing battle
money confusing the issue with psychobabble
prognosticators using the magic eight ball
only God really knows what will befall
let’s live today to its fullest potential
put generosity first, that is essential
be kind, be loving, be patient and tolerant
allow your Higher Power to be preponderant
repeating the prayers from a bended knee
living a life; happy, joyous and free
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ME and the Boss
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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“There is
no poetry
where
there are
no mistakes.”
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― Joy Harjo
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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mistakes
often made
only an artist
does so on purpose
abstract
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Haiku:
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ponds bright reflection
beautiful white lilies bloom
summer sun holds sway
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Poem:
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what lies over the yonder horizon
another sea ruled by Poseidon
forest, desert or snow capped mountain
or possibly that youthful fountain
a skyline that separates earth from sky
the shape is round one cannot deny
for some the future lies in that distant place
the end of the rainbow they do chase
the explorer seeks what is over there
dashing off on a wish and a prayer
hardly a care for what is left behind
hoping a treasure they will find
most souls never notice the horizon
never search the sky for Orion
life is lived right under their nose
the whole world exist under their toes
can you be the poet, the dreamer
the wannabe, the schemer
expand your world, make it widen
search for both sides of the horizon
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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