Elfje: (Cinquain) Classic, each word only a single syllable.
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words
you said
nouns and verbs
a tone of voice
speech
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Haiku:
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pitter patter rain
seedling needs food, sunshine
Gods hydroponics
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Poem:
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he was dreaming of building a rocket while wearing a hat like Davy Crockett no dreams, much to young to smoke a pipe most of the world saw him as a stereotype
mumbled and stumbled through life as a teenager went to college but could never declare a major got drunk and was kicked out of the fraternity managed to impregnate the ugliest girl in the sorority
never confused with being an eager beaver managed to survive as an underachiever alcohol and drugs he turned into an abuse the mean ugly world gave him an excuse
since we love happy endings, we’ll give him recovery finding the truth was a road of discovery he now lives a life that is happy, joyous and free believing in a Higher Power was beginning key
to the still sick and suffering he shares his story to the God of his understanding he gives all glory more sobriety, more keys, more doors to open enjoying the best world he could have ever chosen
raised by a pack of fools,
set adrift in no mans land
his crown was void of jewels
he starred as a one man band
he set out with a pack of mules
his language was eventually banned
took his bath in muddy water pools
never a day that he could call bland
his alone were the only rules,
there wasn’t a competing brand
never a mascot for any schools
from every job he had he was canned
he leant his name to the dunces stools
his belief was that his life was grand
God had given him all the necessary tools
Nature provided everything at hand
to the hobo he became a legend
his kindness was never questioned
his life’s goal was to find the promised land
he knew that no one else would understand
he finally settled down in a place he called heaven
made a fortune by selling it to Seven-Eleven
he went back on the road without a care
with his wandering friends he did share
despite the start,
his ending was perfect
his shibboleth:
life is a journey none can predict
ME and the Boss Poetry 