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“Freedom is
the dream you dream
While putting thought
in chains again –”
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― Giacomo Leopardi
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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wish
for more
hope beyond hope
make it suddenly appear
magic
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Haiku:
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lawnmowers humming
nature becoming abused
harmony ignored
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Poem:
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it is so easy to lament
especially when one is perfect
feels good just to vent
finger pointing to deflect
isn’t there always someone else to blame
could have, would have, should have
trying anything to avoid the shame
think I’ll just go live in a cave
outside of my garden the world is ugly
political wars with religious histories
dictators driving everyone buggy
big egos cannot solve the mysteries
guess I’ll just go on complaining
nobody ever listens anyways
worry is so emotionally draining
self seeking gains no praise
please empathise, it will make you feel better
let us find a common ground,
let’s complain about the weather
let’s get off the merry-go-round
an attitude of gratitude will give one pleasure
it is one’s choice to decide what they treasure
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ME and the Boss.
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“The muffled syllables that Nature speaks
Fill us with deeper longing for her word;
She hides a meaning that the spirit seeks,
She makes a sweeter music than is heard.”
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― George Santayana
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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listen
in silence
the universe sings
every molecule dances accordingly
harmony
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Haiku:
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the relentless sun
hot muggy and oppressing
the summer swelters
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Poem:
nap time, babies and oldsters
completing natures cycle
bottle to bottle, diapers to diapers
ashes to ashes and dust to dust
God gives babies to the young
those who have the strength
the oldest are attended by the mature
those who have the obligation
there is no creature that doesn’t sleep
some by day most by night
some require the counting of sheep
the young just usually put up a fight
the lucky may have a pleasant dream
unfortunates are haunted by the nightmare
does night vision have a vivid color scheme
how long is a day to the hibernating bear
sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite
and may your dreams take you as high as a kite
ME and the Boss
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