We Create

“I only wrote prose
before I met you.
My musings were
superfluous and serious
as well.
But now the words
dance with me.
I sing with them
and we create poetry.”

― Kamand Kojouri

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 Elfje: (Cinquain)
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choir
as one
name that tune
each with a part
song.
Haiku:
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perfect harmony
earth and water side by side
supporting all life

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Poem:
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it's seven am in the morning
the alarm goes off without warning
I'm old, I'm tired, why must I awake
please brain, answer me, for heaven's sake 

under the covers warm and snug
I'm as smug as a bug in a rug
think, no alarm was ever set by mistake
maybe by the guy who is nuttier than a fruitcake

oh yes, it is Christmas eve

in Santa the grandchildren still believe

must have dinner ready when they arrive
thankful for them that it is a short drive

stopped complaining about the hour
many things to do within my power
the place is clean, a few decorations set
there is always one thing that I will forget

dinner was prepped the night before
a ham, small turkey, trimmings and more
grandkids love Gramps idea of dessert first
their parents think the concept is the worst

they're here, they're here, kisses and hugs
lets get the hot chocolate and fill those mugs
stories to tell, memories to be made
peace and prosperity for all we prayed

with gifts exchanged, the goodbyes are said
pleasant dreams awaiting, he is ready for bed
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You Triumph

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“Breath,

dreams,

silence,

invincible calm,

you triumph.”

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~ Paul Valery

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Elfje: Cinquain

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beat

gain ground

out in front

from last to first

win

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Haiku:

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rainy season starts

every day a short shower

humidity rules

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Poem:
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he tried to strangle the keyboard
the words were stuck in outer space
everything read like the congressional record
every idea seemed to be out of place

the poem would not get off of first base
it blatantly lied to me with a straight face
it giggled and laughed and called me names
it made every attempt to go up in flames

finally I declared enough is enough
time for the poetic muse to get tough
this poem needs a topic like death or love
compromise said the poem,
lets talk about the God from above

the Creator who makes all things possible
the One whose concept is philosophical
keeping balance in the Uni-verse, day and night
and when we accept, everything is just right

the list goes on for those who are forever grateful
an inside job whose attitude is delightful
having the courage to build on a foundation of faith
to fend off the curse that is cast by the wraith

the Almighty was benevolent and the words erupted
all is good when the Spirit is trusted
even the poem gave a sigh of contentment
the last thing anyone would want is a resentment

another poem inspired by Providence
trusting in the All Powerful’s competence
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ME and the Boss
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