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“I said:
‘A line will take us
hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem
a moment’s thought,
Our stitching and unstitching
has been naught.”
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― William Butler Yeats
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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idea
problem solved
if it works
put to the test
hypothesis
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Haiku:
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snow melts on the roof
icicles hang from the eaves
storms cold reminders
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Poem:
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family stories handed down
characters and events
a legacy of disputed renown
all told using phoney accents
the uncle who was the clown
the pioneers who lived in tents
the forest that they all cut down
the ones who worked for presidents
the maker of her own wedding gown
the aunt who gave the best presents
a horse thief who lost a showdown
the old homestead with the picket fence
embellished by generations on down
who among us can dispute their contents
never a sad face, dry eye or a frown
will future scions have a laugh at my expense
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ME and the Boss.
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“I am a student of life,
and don’t want to miss
any experience.
There’s poetry in this
sort of thing, you know-
-or perhaps you don’t know,
but it’s all the same.”
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~ H.P. Lovecraft
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Elfje:
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happenings
life’s experiences
agony and ecstacy
forming a sensual legacy
memories
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Haiku:
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thunder and lightning
nature’s opulent display
even while snowing
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Poem:
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can you see it
I don’t see it
maybe it is there
I just don’t care
the seer leads by suggestion
noises from hidden speakers
the place brings on a queasy indigestion
the séance features unknown creatures
she attempts to tells us the future
the crystal ball begins to glow
the air begins to turn a slight bit cooler
my mind begins to dance the fandango
I could no longer stifle the laugh
the table began to tremble and rise
it lent credence to my choreograph
I could not wait for the next surprise
frustrated, she turned everything off
the castanets in my head became quiet
she ushered us out saying mazal tov
hurry, we don’t want to start a riot
I still can’t see the supernatural
think I’ll just stick with what is factual
ME and the Boss
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