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Representing Beauty

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“The poet is

the sayer,

the namer,

and represents beauty.”

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― Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Elfje:      (Cinquain)

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beauty

whose criteria

country of origin

black, yellow, white, red, brown*

aesthetics

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*one word too many, but, politically correct.

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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)

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tears of happiness

new birth brings the greatest joy

natural instinct

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Poem:

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pixie dust covered the snails trails
do fairies visit the great blue whales
is there another world down the rabbit hole
does Scandinavia exclusively own the troll

the mind wanders back to the children’s stories
ideas incubated in mad writers laboratories
can cows actually jump over the moon
did the fork really run away with the spoon

what does it mean to tickle the fancy
would we want to change places with Clancy*
what pictures and words stroke the imagination
could we survive on an outback station

stop thinking, don’t limit the dream
ignore the trite, invent your own theme
write, paint, dance, express yourself
you may even pretend to be an elf

stay young, don’t be tied to convention
what do they know of your pretension
a laugh a day keeps the shrink away
growing older is not merely child’s play

time to write a moral with a juxtaposition
help me save the world, it is my mission

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*”Clancy of the Overflow” is a poem by Banjo Paterson,
an Australian, first published on 21 December 1889.

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Haiku On Twitter

“So I don’t think

I’ll make Poet Laureate,

but I swear I’m not

twisted and bitter

If finely-wrought talents

don’t weigh in the balance,

I can always write

haiku on Twitter.”

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― Rosy Cole

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Elfje:       (Cinquain)

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form

verses function

prose and rhymes

written from the heart

poetry

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Haiku:

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written words of praise

cannot explain the seasons

nature or reasons

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Poem

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maybe I am just a lunatic
the moon looming as a subject
the witch crossing its face on a broomstick
my feeble mind in a total disconnect

waiting for the cow to cross over
saw the fork elope with the spoon
rover, rover cross through the clover
if it were June would I swoon or croon

childhood memories in a scramble
events twisted by the fragile ego
emotional harms overshadow the gambol
fantasies to celebrate the grandiose libido

a dark stormy cloud obscures the man
guess I’ll return to believing I’m Peter Pan

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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