Nothing Is Always Something

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“Don’t you just love

poetry that gives you

a crinkly feeling

up and down your back?”

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~ L.M. Montgomery,

Anne of Green Gables

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Elfje: (Cinquain)

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nothing
to see
with eyes closed
use the other senses
something

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Haiku:

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welcomed steady rain
water to refresh the earth
giving life to all

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Poem:

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nothing is always something
seeing is never believing
fingers and heart are touching
hearing can be very deceiving

words can be extremely confusing
know it alls will say anything
accidental puns are amusing
blessings reside in the fairy ring

love can mean so many things
a kindness is never wasted
bells toll when the angel gets its wings
when will peace be created

something does not have to be an action
nothing can give rise to moral satisfaction

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ME and the Boss

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Silence

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“Poetry is an

orphan of silence.

The words never

quite equal

the experience

behind them.”

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~ Charles Simic

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Elfje:

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conscious

hearing nothing

breath, heartbeat, thoughts

meditation and prayer experience

silence

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Haiku:

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hear Nature’s world

chirp, hum, buzz, wind and water

never quite silent

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Poem:  to the edge of silence

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to the edge of silence
my mind has traveled
trying to keep in balance
inside and outside noises babbled

fear of being alone with myself
needing the stimulus to keep moving
collecting experiences for the bookshelf
searching ways to keep improving

peace of mind and solitude reached
for the briefest moment the ultimate void
the world intrudes the quiet breached
what is found makes one very paranoid

a happy balance of sounds and thoughts
the mind moves in all directions
dreams and reality collected in snapshots
the world when silenced is only reflections

trying to find the silence remains a game
fits and giggles, no adversary  needed
the winner is silence as it calls out my name
to God and nature I have always conceded

like precious metals the mind is refined
experience always pay dividends
practice, practice, quiet the noisy mind
for in dying the silence never ends

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ME and the Boss

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