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“Poetry had always seemed
something I could turn to
in need – an emergency exit,
a lifebuoy, as well as
a justification.”
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~ John Fowles
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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justification
wrong explanation
building plausible excuses
legitimizing the illegitimate reason
alibi
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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flowers aroma
heady scent
draws pollinators
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Poem:
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stop it . . .turn off that damned TV
it was entertainment, now it’s propaganda
even football was reduced to a bended knee
aren’t you privy to the left wing memoranda
the Lone Ranger will never ride again
gone are Howdy Doody and Clarabell
no moral message, nothing but a brain drain
now, everything ends with a violent bombshell
we were warned by Orwell in 1984
social media has become our Big Brother
not an honest soul remains to keep score
time to pray for a fairy godmother
be a friend, have a friend, do something nice
good deeds travel fast with no purchase price
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ME and the Boss
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“She’s always looking
for poetry and passion
and sensitivity,
the whole Romantic kitchen.
I live on a rather simpler diet.
Prose and pudding?”
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~ John Fowles
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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gifts
genetically predisposed
nurture versus nature
physical, mental, emotional, spiritual
inherited
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Haiku:
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icy wind chills bones
onion snow covers the ground
spring is put on hold
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Poem:
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How do you know when you’re growing old
can you become to tired to think
from nose to toes always cold
so crazy there’s no need to call the shrink
How do you know when you’re growing old
remember tenth grade, can’t remember lunch
or enjoying to ignore what you’re being told
the old arteries that are now made of clunch
How do you know when you’re growing old
the curmudgeon quietly chuckles with glee
more than one tooth filed with gold
odor blind to self, to others he smells like pee
How do you know when your growing old
the younger generation thinks you know nothing
a danger to self and others you are told
you live with memories of things worth loving
How do you know when you are growing old
Beats me,
but I’ll let you know when I get there
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