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“Trifles make
perfection,
and perfection
is no trifle.”
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~ Michelangelo
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Elfje: (Cinquain) classic: each word only one syllable
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plain
most clean
no foul dirt
as God made it
pure
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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St Valentines Day
his unconditional love
a channel for God
you too can be His channel
just love without a limit
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Poem:
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failed, misplaced, skipped, omitted, lost
you can’t retrieve the past at any cost
don’t blame the memory for getting old
it is mostly the lies that we have been told
hindsight tells me that I missed my prime
either misused or squandered most of my time
no use crying over all of the spilled milk
a sows ear can’t be made into a purse of silk
forget the past, let the hair down, have some fun
soak up the sun, even if the work is not done
time is an element that man will not conquer
it’s our perception what makes time a monster
today, let time manage it’s own image
are you alive ?,
just thank God for that privilege
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ME and the Boss
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“Like poetry,
in times of intense emotion
the image returns to me.
Like poetry, it stroked
my soul and, by turns,
lulled and stoked my senses.”
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― Lisa St. Aubin de Teran
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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feeling
sixth sense
reaction to events
no need to touch
emotional
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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listening to silence
God speaking
love and devotion
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Poem:
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time to duck into fantasyland
what to do when reality sucks
reality, where everything fun has been banned
and even the the worst will cost you big bucks
let’s all go down the hole and meet the Mad Hatter
a place where there are no lines of race or creed
a land where politically correct doesn’t matter
where victories are won and no one has to bleed
then there are the delightful perks
the chocolate ice cream has no calories
lose weight by thinking about what works
toys run forever, no need for batteries
no greed eliminates the need for police or politics
everyone you meet wears a smile on their face
rewards for everyone with no need to do tricks
taking only what you need, remembering God’s grace
awakened by the boombox thats a mile away
oh what can I do, just hope and pray
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