Tag Archives: Higher Power

Little Words

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

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Trop Moche

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“Mon Dieu,

la vie

est par trop

moche.”

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― Aldous Huxley

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my friend, the life is so ugly

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Elfje: Cinquain

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unsightly

really grotesque

just physically repulsive

an appearance beyond horrendous

ugly

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Lune: 3,5,3 syllables (Reversed)

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windy day

tall trees bow their heads

birds fly low

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Poem:

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the imagination is stuck in the routine
the mind is fixated on the black jelly bean
it is and/or is it a bad habit to be lazy
especially for those who are certified crazy

from here the poem took over the writing
just another God incident sighting
the tenor enjoined happy, joyous and free
another beautiful day for everyone to see

gratitude for breathing some fresh air
finding it unnecessary to compare
simply happy to be me and alive
thank God He allowed me to survive

remembering that there is a message to carry
for the sick and suffering the purpose is primary
crazy and lazy can be replaced with good habits
easier than trying to learn the new mathematics

doing the will of a loving Higher Power
securing a room in His ivory tower
the poem said that it was time to finish
I knew when it started to talk in Yiddish

time for the imagination to go back to sleep
the left over words go back into the heap
if I take time to listen the writer will be back
no need to rely on the zodiac

time for the writer and I to rest
next time, as usual, we will try our best.

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