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“I think it’s the duty
of the comedian
to find out where
the line is drawn
and cross it deliberately.”
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~ George Carlin
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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laugh
bad jokes
silly faux pas
clowns, sidemen and slapstick
funny
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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blooming spring blossoms
pollen falls
air to thick to breathe
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Poem:
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Visa V
rare is the bean that flavors vanilla
most exclusive to the court of Victoria
grown from the orchid flower, not the Iris
they add egg to their cream in Paris
it is the sugar not the chocolate
eight ball in the side pocket
never kind enough to mother dear
breakfast of champions a bagel schmear
funny how the poem writes
it’s limits knows no heights
every word exhibits its own emotion
subtle innuendo or crazy comotion
the poem waits patiently to be written
knowing that the writer has been bitten
the topic as usual, life, love or death
do yourself a favor, don’t hold your breath
life being lived in a no man’s land
lovers walking hand in hand
death is usually unplanned
now the poem has covered all of the topics
time to get my hands out of my pockets.
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“He who draws noble delights
from sentiments of poetry
is a true poet,
though he has never written
a line in all his life.”
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~ George Sand
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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poem
oral history
before written word
rhymes easy to remember
bard
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Haiku:
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a bright sunny day
window view comfortable
winter’s chill outside
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Poem:
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mother cultivated the beautiful iris
from Spanish iris translates to mean rainbow
exquisite colors which remain nameless
captured in the paintings of Vincent Van Gogh
pleasurable emotions tied to beauty
all creation is in perfect balance
except for the crazy who are a little fruity
and those who went down the hole with Alice
the birds and the bees, nature’s splendor
the males awesome colors to attract a mate
the sitting female camouflaged to fool the predator
except for the nerd who can’t get a date
we guess the exception is there to keep the balance
a unique place for the wanna be, the pretender
what God has provided in normals absence
in a mother’s heart everyone is a contender
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