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The Tongue

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“I act as the

tongue of you,.

.. tied in your mouth . .

. . in mine it begins

to be loosened.”

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~ Walt Whitman

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)   (Classic, each word only one syllable.)

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tongue in cheek

snide, rude, droll, wry

glib

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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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drinking a  poison
hoping for others to die
resentments are bad
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Poem:

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he doctored his coffee with sweetener and cream
he wondered that his life was no more than a dream
sunshine on the porch where he sat in his rocking chair
there he settled into old age with out a care

let the grand kids worry about world affairs
who cares that mankind in is in serious need of repairs
when will people know that humans are but one race
that existence depends upon learning to share the space

my generation ignored the humor of Will Rogers
we laughed at the bad  films of those old codgers
George Carlin was so right that it almost wasn’t funny
this generation thinks only about the money

ego and greed, not politics, running todays government
even the Corona virus made many a comfortable retirement
government patents filed ten years before the pandemic
made the entire swamp a part of the evil systemic

back to the day dream, watching the butterfly drifting by
wondering why every day there are more jet streams in the sky
mulling the thoughts,  should I, could I, do I care
why worry, enjoy what we can, let us begin with a prayer

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It Found Me

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“I wasn’t meant

for reality,

but life came

and found me.”

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~ Fernando Pessoa

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)         classic: each word only one syllable

frost

cold rime

creek to lake

all things that froze

ice

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Haiku:     (5-7-5, nature and seasons the topic)

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winter cold persist

glad to see daylight growing

spring stands in the wings

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Poem:

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magnolia blossoms aroma wafted above
young hearts below dreaming of love
springs chilly rain waters tomorrows hope
urges so strong that make some want to elope

generation after generation, God’s design
who can argue that it is not divine
fill your dreams with all you can imagine
be ready to accept whatever may happen

the quiet mind knows serene
renew ancient faith as did St. Augustine
with this life there is not a guarantee
it will be or it was meant not to be             (said Shakespeare)

stay young and always dream of love
for love will bring blessings from above 

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