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“Live,
travel,
adventure,
bless,
and don’t be sorry.”
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~ Jack Kerouac
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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question
why me
why not me
a Higher Power’s design
everything
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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do not pity me
God has a purpose for all
love consumes all things
try to do His will
do the next right thing
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Poem: The “Décima” is a Spanish style or form of musical poetry
that contains 10 lines of eight syllables.
The style has a rhyming pattern of abbaaccddc.
You (as I have done here) can break the stanza up in abba/accd/dc.
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the music begins quietly
the beat is measured and steady
the dancers are poised and ready
their steps are made so silently
every move made decisively
all builds to a loud crescendo
no hint of an innuendo
a quadrille for merry lancers
smiles, laughter for band and dancers
finally a decrescendo
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ME and the Boss
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“One can not
understand language
because language cannot
understand itself;
does not want to
understand”
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~ Novalis
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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words
hidden meanings
innuendo and hyperbole
did I say that
language
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Haiku:
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looking out window
spring appears so inviting
sudden snow shower
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Poem:
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the old man mumbled on
understanding that the know it alls
were not even paying attention
he might as well been talking to the walls
the young egos want to be important
unaware that there is nothing new under the sun
God incidents with His will accordant
acknowledging His humor invented the pun
before the lesson was finished,
he stopped, smiled, shook his head
was his era the last good vintage
their training received behind the woodshed
the only thing new are the different weapons
the same fear, jealousy, greed, ignorance
the world run by a bunch of sleazy felons
the masses operating on total indifference
some things and time just change faces
portraits lining the board room walls
food, clothing and shelter to cover the masses
lobbyist pulling the strings on their political dolls
the sentiments are hundreds of years old
so what’s the use of complaining
just do as you have been told
and to the elderly be entertaining
what to do but to laugh and love
dodge the bullets and pay the taxes
lots of prayers to a Power above
and blame everything else on the circumstances
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