But Only Tired

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“I was not sorrowful,

but only tired

Of everything that

ever I desired.”

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~ Ernest Dowson

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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fragrant

smells good

stimulates the imagination

pleasures for all senses

aromatic

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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seeing you again

dreams relived

old feelings renewed

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Poem:

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can you hear it, the song of the universe
music that stirs every atom of the heart
chords and melodies your being to immerse
every emotion intent on feeling its part

can you see it, heaven aglow with brilliant stars
their dancing choreographed with every note
glittering light reflected by brilliant feldspar’s
words softly sung through a velvet throat

can you feel it, a touch of heavens euphony
sounds that touch the ends of each nerve
every tone becomes a celebrated jubilee
sung by pure voices that angels serve

can you smell it, fragrances carried by varied sounds
from idyllic pastures to the cannons roar
music knows its place, from forefront to backgrounds
every nuance designed to make the spirits soar

can you taste it, songs that stir the imagination
from the ice cream truck to the commercial jingle
a symphony written as a part of the creation
when you are in tune it will make your spine tingle

let the music of the universe invade your  being
allow the children’s laughter to be your first sign
permit your body, mind and soul to be set freeing
enable yourself and the universe to align

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ME and the Boss

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“If I feel physically

as if the top of my head

were taken off,

I know that is

poetry”.

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~ Emily Dickinson

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Elfje:

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act

don’t think

rely on instincts

always thinking of others

bravery

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Haiku:

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hot lazy hazy

buzzing humming and tweeting

long days of summer

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Poem:

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munching on a hardtack biscuit
while sailing on the seven seas
dreamt it was served in an iron skillet
made palatable with the cheese

nibbling on a saltine cracker
marching to war with the army
starving for a little laughter
not my idea of a very good party

chewing on a rubbery sacramental wafer
something about the yeast being bad
homemade since there was no man named baker
religious traditions have become ironclad

it was hardtack that won the west
most important was the hand that ran the chuck wagon
a little salt made it the best
better yet some wine from the flagon

gnawing on some black gram papadum
from Mumbai to New Delhi on a monsoon train
every car is packed from top to bottom
imagining a curry western starring John Wayne

dessert in the form of a crisp matzo
for me it doesn’t have to be kosher
just don’t want anybody calling me fatso
do you enjoy the tasteless flat breads that last forever

in war or peace and in between
by a miller the grain was ground
even cake or bread was touted by the queen
flour plus whatever has been around

just remember, you can’t eat your cake and keep it too.

ME and the Boss

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