When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I can only stare, and shape my grief In little words.
~ Dorothy Parker
Elfje: Cinquain
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babies
cute twins
boy and girl
dressed blue and pink
children
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Senryu:
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born to be happy
was loved and knew how to love
with a heart of gold
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Poem:
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here’s hoping that your every day is a Sunday giving your Higher Power a day to rest having gratitude for each and every day doing His will makes it the best
accepting life without a worry always trying to do the next right thing do it now so later you won’t have to hurry please don’t cry over the broken shoe string
begin each day with an attitude of gratitude best to know that you have a choice better to be seen than being viewed show your love by using a happy voice
don’t pay Peter by what from Paul you rob always the choice, happiness is an inside job
it is nine AM and the spam callers have started intruding into my life that has been uncharted empathy, everyone has to make a living sympathy, it is my part to be forgiving
enjoying chaos, loving the tempest in the tea cup I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up the backward brain cannot make up its mind to God we are all just one of a kind
time will move on, with or without me a drifting raft in the middle of a large sea envious of those who own a motor debating my impact as a one in a million voter
is there a subliminal meaning to any of this drivel something to do with my head being mounted on a swivel rumbling, mumbling, stumbling, through one day at a time can perverse thinking be a punishable crime
pardon me but I am just having some fun trying not to get caught while being on the run
ME and the Boss Poetry 