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Must It Be Understood ? ? ?

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“I’ve written

some poetry

I don’t understand

myself”

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~ Carl Sandburg

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Elfje:   (also known as a Cinquain)

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words

homonym, homophone

similar but different

sounds like but not

understand

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Haiku:

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true spring has arrived

jasmine fragrance fills the air

sinuses react

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Poem:

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the jasmine, the jasmine, the blooms proliferate

the arbor moans under the vines weight

the fragrant aroma wafts through an open window

for the chickadees there is a convenient pillow

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every blossom so intricately designed

as a host there is a scrumptious feast refined

just like snow flakes there are never two the same

for the Great Creator there is a miracle to acclaim

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the garden is a frame for the artists blank canvas

colors and shapes developed like a poems stanzas

Mother Nature provides the pallet of a rainbow

the gardeners blueprint is their personal trousseau

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delightful, wonderful, awesome, a subject never boring

real or imagined, my your garden always be most adoring.

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ME and the Boss

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Awareness

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“The only thing

that can save the world

is the reclaiming of the

awareness of the world.

That’s what poetry does.”

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~ Allen Ginsberg

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Elfje:

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bright

warm feeling

clouds gently billow

plants nod in agreement

sun

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Haiku:  (traditional 5-7-5 )

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wind gently whispers

nature calls for attention

all senses aroused

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Haiku: (modern 6-5-6)

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wobbly earth fluctuates

species come and go

global warming happens

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POEM:

does the world need to be saved

my mortality really doesn’t care

legacies belong to the depraved

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my garden feeds the birds and the bees

does nature notice that I am aware

will all be erased by another disease

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can my poem be the lighthouse

will artificial intelligence become god

do universities create the theories to espouse

few are the souls who salvation is craved

is there anything that is not flawed

does the world need to be saved.

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ME and the Boss

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