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Fossil Poetry

Language

is

fossil Poetry.”


~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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:

pitter patter rain

seedling needs food, sunshine

Gods hydroponics

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 a glory
more sobriety, more keys, more doors to open
enjoying the best world he could have ever chosen

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Influenced By Fools

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“Gonna change

my way of thinking,

make myself a different

set of rules.

Gonna put

my good foot forward

and stop being

influenced by fools.”

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~   Bob Dylan

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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rule

lord over

exercise control upon

important or conspicuous person

dominance

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7

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shy, wary, timid

evading the predators

life or death matter

natures built in defenses

survival of the fittest

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Poem:

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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

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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