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What Is The Question ? ? ?

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“It is better

to know some

of the questions

than all of

the answers.”

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~ James Thurber

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)    Classic: each word only one syllable.
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ask
call for
want to say
beg to see more
pose

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Haiku:     (5-7-5, nature and seasons the topic)
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Florida sweet corn
first crop is ready to pick
enough sun and rain
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Poem:

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there is this kitten from hell
all he does is very loudly yell
a needy cat all he wants is attention
the energy level is from another dimension

the cat in the mirror is his newest toy
full steam ahead, no need to be coy
such a little thing with such a loud purr
so much life in that small ball of fur

always in trouble, too much curiosity
to the family he is a source of jocosity
no, no, let go of that curtain
looks like he’ll need all nine lives that is for certain

will we still love him when he becomes a cat ? ? ?
probably, as long as he doesn’t become a bureaucrat

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ME and the Boss

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Into The Abyss

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“He drove his mind

into the abyss

where poetry

is written.”

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― George Orwell

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Elfje:

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mind

over matter

seeing is believing

illusions and skulduggery abound

mysticism

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Haiku

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rivers to oceans

water the essence of life

naming the seasons

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Poem:

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memories lost, memories rekindled
long timers share their stories from hell
their old faces scarred and wrinkled
of wedded bliss and good times they tell

moments of heroic courage and valor
fox hole prayers hoping to survive
the countries flag their favorite color
what the world was like in forty-five

the troops their  mighty numbers dwindl
some battles only remembered on library pages
their step and cadence no longer nimble
their cause and effort are one for the ages

how soon the next generation conveniently forgets
self consumed by their technological advances
will they eventually suffer agonizing regrets
indifference slowly diminishes their chances

the ego, the super ego, the id, debated
why does man want to destroy humanity
mementos and thoughts of the past desecrated
what will ever end this absurd insanity

don’t be the lemming, be the voice
when the swamp becomes putrid, pull the plug
hope and faith that there will be a time to rejoice
when all men will be greeted by a loving hug

history is know to repeat
can the cycle be broken
will Satan suffer defeat
can peace be the only language spoken

only time will tell

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ME and the Boss

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