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“Write
what you like;
there is no
other rule.”
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~ O. Henry
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Elfje: (Cinquain) classic: each word only one syllable
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joy
some fun
a big thrill
glad to be nice
glee
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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beautiful sky
sun and mist
rainbows everywhere
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Poem:
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looking, lost, trying to find fantasyland
this ugly, smelly reality I cannot stand
transport me to a faraway zone
let me hide by using a clone
let’s create a new space and call it Love
built with the blessings received from above
air and noise pollution may not exist
the sky above always rainbow kissed
soft melodies provided by the birds and the bees
herbal aromas wafting about on a fresh breeze
every trail and path lined with a display floral
the horizon represented by a bucolic mural
a sirens scream, a grieving mothers wail
back to earth, dreams wasted to no avail
a bang and a thud, everything used and abused
only the crazy from this world are excused
to cope, one must adjust the altitude
work hard at keeping a good attitude
let reality suck, if it must
let go, relax, in God you must trust
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“The
earth
laughs
in flowers.”
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~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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luminous
shadowy light
deep inner glow
filmy but subtly translucent
opalescent
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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loved to distraction
awful close to smothering
you cannot own them
too jealous is a sickness
room to breathe does much better
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Poem:
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act your age
I don’t know how
I’ve never been this age before
am I supposed to act like a bore
it is not an act, I think I am real
I know I am not a very big deal
I’m just glad to be little old me
a soul that is happy, joyous and free
getting old has not been fun
that and too many things left undone
will the circus ever come back to town
do you have to grow up if you are a clown
in the beginning the sun will rise
all of nature will look to the skies
when all is done the sun will set
each day a deadly game of roulette
today I’ll act the way I want to act
regardless of my age, and that is a fact
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ME and the Boss
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