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“How to
Write a Poem
Catch the air
Around the butterfly.”
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― Katerina Stoykova Klemer
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Elfje: (also know as a Cinquain)
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blink
lightening bugs
warm summers night
caught in a jar
memories
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Haiku:
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on butterfly wings
dreams and memories fly by
ethereal seasons
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Poem:
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the beautiful garden makes me think
how bright flowers can foster bright thoughts
fountains and feeders for the hummingbird to drink
the whole world dressed in day-glow pink
the brain is flooded with the aroma of blossom
beautiful butterflies pass through on wings of gossamer
above the blue sky is filled with clouds of cotton
the children’s favorite words are “totally awesome”
the calm breeze generates thoughts of a catnap
pleasant nothings to hang one’s hat on
the jasmine vine entwines, natures gift wrap
the unsuspecting lured in by the Venus fly trap
man is the only animal that sees color
meaning Nature designed all this beauty for us
the value is more than just a few sand dollar
the big lesson is: my ego just became smaller
there is a God and it is not me
Her Universe’s design is so complex
without Him my garden could not be
and best to remember, thank God it is free.
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ME and the Boss
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“Poetry is a
deal of joy
and
pain and wonder,
with a dash
of the dictionary.”
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~Khalil Gibran
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Elfje:
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words
serious, humorous
chosen at random
a message comes alive
writing
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Haiku:
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jasmine blooms and blooms
aroma intoxicates
birds, bees, fine dining
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Poem:
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looking for the inane and silly
tired of being stodgy serious
bored with making sense really
my sign obviously is in Aquarius
always ready for a good belly laugh
I am definitely not the worlds critic
trying to crop life like a photograph
bored to death by the pure analytic
found the humor in some good friends
choosing only the ones who express joy
discovering that there are other dividends
people who are just the real mccoy
laugh with me, do not laugh at me
I promise to do the same for you
let us share nothing but ecstatic glee
may we always remain tried and true.
Want to be my friend, make me laugh.
ME and the Boss
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