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Cheese

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“Poets

have been

mysteriously

silent on the

subject of cheese.”

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― G.K. Chesterton

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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reborn

new start

changing bad habits

aspirations for better living

rejuvenated

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7

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news to influence

listening to the talking head

opinions disguised

assuming that no one thinks

what can one person do – vote

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Poem:
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mermaid kisses and starfish wishes
remembered dreams that are so delicious
light and airy, a contented happy heart
every moment a chance to have a fresh start

whatever happens it is God’s will
don’t give credence to a molehill
for the best life move on and accept
the universe knows that we have wept

relax, no worries, no frown
don’t let the little things get you down
go with nice people and go to good places
kindness is always rewarded with graces

an enlightened soul rolls with the tides
enjoying sand dollar millions and unicorn rides

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ME and the Boss

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The Contradiction

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“Free verse

is like

free love;

it is a

contradiction

in terms.”

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― G.K. Chesterton

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Elfje:

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mother

always said

nothing is free

the piper is paid

eventually

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Haiku:

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awaiting the rain

dry brown grasses catching fire

hurricane season

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Poem:     “Delightfully”

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nature and the weather
two safe topics to discuss
you may tickle me with a feather
as  friends, let us always stay together

walk with me in my garden
let’s close the gate on the worlds problems
let’s allow our minds to soar like the martin
every faux pas let us agree to pardon

the clouds are gathering, we need the rain
hope I’m not wrong just like the weatherman
to bad we do not live on the plains of Spain
call in the cavalry, come on John Wayne

praying for the veggie plants to produce a cornucopia
getting out the paint to color the thumb green
pleasant and wonderful dreams of my own utopia
awakening,  not wanting to find dysfunction and dystopia.

walk with me in my garden silently
let us listen to the sounds of Mother Nature
observing the complexities of Her wonderful society
placed in our memories under the experience ” delightfully”

ME and the Boss:

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