When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I can only stare, and shape my grief In little words.
~ Dorothy Parker
Elfje: Cinquain
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babies
cute twins
boy and girl
dressed blue and pink
children
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Senryu:
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born to be happy
was loved and knew how to love
with a heart of gold
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Poem:
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here’s hoping that your every day is a Sunday giving your Higher Power a day to rest having gratitude for each and every day doing His will makes it the best
accepting life without a worry always trying to do the next right thing do it now so later you won’t have to hurry please don’t cry over the broken shoe string
begin each day with an attitude of gratitude best to know that you have a choice better to be seen than being viewed show your love by using a happy voice
don’t pay Peter by what from Paul you rob always the choice, happiness is an inside job
Elfje: (Cinquain) classic: each word only one syllable
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death
last breath
to the end
those left to grieve
dead
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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he loved her so much
spirits entwined to the end
he was left to grieve
a generation now gone
time does not wait for a soul
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Poem:
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Death, the poets greatest fear
the thought of losing someone so dear
always searching for the meaning of life
the heart wounded by an emotional knife
why that person, why not me
the only human with whom I could agree
their unwavering love knew no limits
souls that were touched by holy spirits
never alone, their echoes live in our hearts
lonely because the laughter never starts
unknown triggers renew the grief
inner turmoil caused by an emotional thief
let the tears flow, they cleanse the soul
because we know for whom the bells toll
ME and the Boss Poetry 