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Vast Eternity

“But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.”


~ Andrew Marvel

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Elfje: Cinquain

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eat

a meal

can you cook

spud, meat and bread

food

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Haiku:

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colorful flowers

attracting ants, bees and me

with sweet aromas

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Poem:

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the horseshoe above the door was facing down
my luck had fallen to the ground
up the ladder with hammer in hand
was this the portal to Alice’s wonderland

it was a tap, tap, tap on the tack
step on a crack you break your mother’s back
righted the horseshoe without hitting my thumb
could I walk, talk and chew bubble gum

superstitions growing out of old wives tales
nevermind is to ignore the minor details
the poem is seeking something metaphorical
the only help that I can give is strictly rhetorical

to sit in rapture, to muse and ponder
how much time does a poet squander
back to the luck which is now on the ground
the old sage said that if I am prepared it can again be found

so to be prepared one needs to read more
one cannot expect life to come through the back door
love we know comes in through the window
it is death who uses the back door for his innuendo

be ready Freddy, keep the front door unlocked
keep your notebook of good ideas well stocked
may your horseshoe always be turned upward
and let today’s dessert be your favorite custard

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“Luck Is What Happens When Preparation Meets Opportunity”.
This quote is attributed to the Roman philosopher Seneca.

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ME and the Boss

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How The World Works


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“I wouldn’t be surprised if poetry –

poetry in the broadest sense,

in the sense of a world filled with

metaphor, rhyme, and recurring

patterns, shapes, and designs –

is how the world works.

The world isn’t logical;

it’s a song.”

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― David Byrne, Bicycle Diaries

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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silent

invisible waves

nothing to hear

song of the universe

love

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Haiku:

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blessed tradition

celebrating the harvest

appreciation

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Poem:

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poetry is a song
rhyming, lyrical, meant to be sung
meant to educate, to entertain
to flow easily off of the tongue
some aimed at the masses strong
others too obscure to mean anything
best are those with which you can hum along

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poetry is a song
striking its chords on heart and nerve
for the writer it can be anything they want
for the reader a brand new learning curve
ideas that dance, words that prance
somber and dark or fluffy cloud light
best are those whose theme is romance

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poetry is a song
stories that live as long as the language does
heroes and villains, the abused and the innocent
whatever it was and always how it is
some do their work even though rhymeless
God said they all needed to be written
the best, the best are those that are timeless

ME and the Boss

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― David Byrne, Bicycle Diaries

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