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The English Language Lacks

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“Has it ever occurred to you,’

he said, ‘that the whole history

of English poetry has been

de-termined by the fact that

the English language lacks

rhymes?”

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~ George Orwell

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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muggy

high hunidity

no air conditining

blast furnace midday sun

sweltering

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Haiku:

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sun lit cloudless sky

perfect day in paradise

happiness and love

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Poem:

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nimble fingers tickle the ivories
jubilant chords respond in kind
the music leads to pleasant reveries
a most wonderful state of mind

the vibrant colors dance off the wall
the artist depiction almost realistic
fine art needs no formal protocol
the subjects message is euphemistic

the lithe bodies moved in unison
rhythmic music pushed them forward
artfully staged in bright gold and crimson
the cadence of the heart being faithfully honored

evolution advances artistic concepts
does the human mind limit the prospects

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Into The Abyss

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“He drove his mind

into the abyss

where poetry

is written.”

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― George Orwell

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Elfje:

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mind

over matter

seeing is believing

illusions and skulduggery abound

mysticism

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Haiku

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rivers to oceans

water the essence of life

naming the seasons

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Poem:

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memories lost, memories rekindled
long timers share their stories from hell
their old faces scarred and wrinkled
of wedded bliss and good times they tell

moments of heroic courage and valor
fox hole prayers hoping to survive
the countries flag their favorite color
what the world was like in forty-five

the troops their  mighty numbers dwindl
some battles only remembered on library pages
their step and cadence no longer nimble
their cause and effort are one for the ages

how soon the next generation conveniently forgets
self consumed by their technological advances
will they eventually suffer agonizing regrets
indifference slowly diminishes their chances

the ego, the super ego, the id, debated
why does man want to destroy humanity
mementos and thoughts of the past desecrated
what will ever end this absurd insanity

don’t be the lemming, be the voice
when the swamp becomes putrid, pull the plug
hope and faith that there will be a time to rejoice
when all men will be greeted by a loving hug

history is know to repeat
can the cycle be broken
will Satan suffer defeat
can peace be the only language spoken

only time will tell

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