The Lines Of My Hands

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“There’s a book of poetry

in the lines of my hands

that no one wants to read”

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~ Holly Schindler

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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defrost

warm up

degrees above numb

renewing once frozen relationships

thaw

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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special occasions

joy to give

pleasure all year ’round

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Poem:

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looking out of a frosty window
just waiting for her limo
my favorite sister since her birth
always valued beyond her worth

haven’t seen her since we were in our prime
hope she doesn’t notice I’m on the decline
gravity does not wait for anyone
never wasted any time having fun

mother’s soul is inside us both
to be true to each other we took an oath
sometimes family is highly overrated
for my Sis a bond was created

here she comes, looking as old as I feel
being the older brother is such a big deal
seeing her gives my heart strings a big tug
just can’t wait to give her a big hug

holidays and family a reason to cheer
never let go of what you hold dear

 

ME and the Boss

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Between The Words

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“The true poem

rests

between the words.”

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— Vanna Bonta

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Elfje: (Cinquain)

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Poem
About life
Because of life
To share the love
Remembrance

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Haiku:

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forever grateful
smile, laugh, love, live, give and take
you are everything

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Poem:

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wordsmith
describing a feeling
painting pictures of life
writing in rhyme
lyrical

poet
telling a story
metaphor, image or allegory
written in time
mystical

soul
seeking a reason
scribe of the divine
a graphic symbol
spiritual

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ME and the Boss

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