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“Humor is
a prelude
to faith,
and laughter
is the beginning
of prayer.”
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~ Reinhold Niebuhr
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Elfje: (Cinquain) classic: each word only one syllable
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pray
my plea
if you please
may all be fair
grace
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Haiku: (5-7-5, nature and seasons the topic)
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God given seasons
a prayer of gratitude
just go with the flow
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Poem:
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time, time, please slow down Mr. Time . . . .
you are faster than I can rhyme
your speed also made me miss my prime
you look like a mountain that I can never climb
please Mr. Time can you be so kind
promise that you will never leave me behind
I’m trying my best to survive just for today
does it help that you are named when I pray
I do thank you Mr. Time for all of the memories
grateful to have celebrated so many anniversaries
it is my selfish heart that wants so many more
it is not as though I have been keeping score
I apologize Mr. Time for missing the point
today is the day that I must truly anoint
yesterdays and tomorrows can only cloud my view
today I will enjoy your Time looking for what’s new
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ME and the Boss
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“Write
what you like;
there is no
other rule.”
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~ O. Henry
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Elfje: (Cinquain) classic: each word only one syllable
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joy
some fun
a big thrill
glad to be nice
glee
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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beautiful sky
sun and mist
rainbows everywhere
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Poem:
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looking, lost, trying to find fantasyland
this ugly, smelly reality I cannot stand
transport me to a faraway zone
let me hide by using a clone
let’s create a new space and call it Love
built with the blessings received from above
air and noise pollution may not exist
the sky above always rainbow kissed
soft melodies provided by the birds and the bees
herbal aromas wafting about on a fresh breeze
every trail and path lined with a display floral
the horizon represented by a bucolic mural
a sirens scream, a grieving mothers wail
back to earth, dreams wasted to no avail
a bang and a thud, everything used and abused
only the crazy from this world are excused
to cope, one must adjust the altitude
work hard at keeping a good attitude
let reality suck, if it must
let go, relax, in God you must trust
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ME and the Boss
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