“For a lot of people,
poetry tends to be dull.
It’s not read much.
It takes a special kind
of training and a lot of practice
to read poetry with pleasure.
It’s like learning to like asparagus.”
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― Thomas M. Disch
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Elfje: (cinquain)
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munch
a bunch
nibble the spear
eventually it’s eaten raw
asparagus
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Haiku
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snow has yet to melt
asparagus heads pop up
springs first savory crop
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Poem:
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A thousand words ago
life began and life ended
inch by inch driven by ego
all honor was to be defended
the child is given excuses
learning to lie and to manipulate
the personality grows elusive
never again will there be a sinless slate
mother dearest does the nurturing
peers drive home the lessons
likes and dislikes forever versioning
many experiences give lasting impressions
with his addictive brain on backwards
eventually the wrong choice is made
he was fingered as one of the bad actors
the law pinched him in a whorehouse raid
another soul lost in the system
the normals don’t understand a mental obsession
rare is the judge and jury who possess wisdom
another life whose ending is in question
did this happen a hundred years ago
whose great grandfather was the horse thief
hundreds of old photos in the portmanteau
tales being told that are beyond belief
what will history say about our generation
too many selfish and self-centered worried about the I
is this the beginning of the end or the start of a new creation
as we waste our time arguing about the pie in the sky
will you mind your own or someone else’s business
whose honor should be defended
will you procrastinate or be ambitious
is there a message we can comprehend
let the philosophers debate what will be
let us, you and I, lunch by the sea . . .
ME and the Boss
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“How to
Write a Poem
Catch the air
Around the butterfly.”
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― Katerina Stoykova Klemer
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Elfje: (also know as a Cinquain)
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blink
lightening bugs
warm summers night
caught in a jar
memories
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Haiku:
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on butterfly wings
dreams and memories fly by
ethereal seasons
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Poem:
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the beautiful garden makes me think
how bright flowers can foster bright thoughts
fountains and feeders for the hummingbird to drink
the whole world dressed in day-glow pink
the brain is flooded with the aroma of blossom
beautiful butterflies pass through on wings of gossamer
above the blue sky is filled with clouds of cotton
the children’s favorite words are “totally awesome”
the calm breeze generates thoughts of a catnap
pleasant nothings to hang one’s hat on
the jasmine vine entwines, natures gift wrap
the unsuspecting lured in by the Venus fly trap
man is the only animal that sees color
meaning Nature designed all this beauty for us
the value is more than just a few sand dollar
the big lesson is: my ego just became smaller
there is a God and it is not me
Her Universe’s design is so complex
without Him my garden could not be
and best to remember, thank God it is free.
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ME and the Boss
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