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Go On Trying

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“Every poem I write

falls short

in some important way.

But I go on trying

to write

the one that won’t. ”

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― Dorianne Laux

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Elfje:

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flowers
attract butterflies
bees that sting
bugs wanting free lunch
hummingbirds that do not sing
magical

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Haiku:

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essence of being
natures miracle at work
air that supports life

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Poem:

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waking to a  beautiful morn
rejuvenated during the restful night
sunshine bright and warm
the sky resplendent at first light

another day to do God’s will
steward of nature, helper to others
the sun reflected in the flowering daffodil
dew drops sprinkled by the fairy godmother

love begins with a kindness
God, Nature, others and self
creating families that are priceless
all things protected by the garden elf

is there a rhyme , a reason for the season
what really transpired in the garden of Eden

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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”

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