“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.
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 Poetry 