We Create

“I only wrote prose
before I met you.
My musings were
superfluous and serious
as well.
But now the words
dance with me.
I sing with them
and we create poetry.”

― Kamand Kojouri

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 Elfje: (Cinquain)
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choir
as one
name that tune
each with a part
song.
Haiku:
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perfect harmony
earth and water side by side
supporting all life

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Poem:
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it's seven am in the morning
the alarm goes off without warning
I'm old, I'm tired, why must I awake
please brain, answer me, for heaven's sake 

under the covers warm and snug
I'm as smug as a bug in a rug
think, no alarm was ever set by mistake
maybe by the guy who is nuttier than a fruitcake

oh yes, it is Christmas eve

in Santa the grandchildren still believe

must have dinner ready when they arrive
thankful for them that it is a short drive

stopped complaining about the hour
many things to do within my power
the place is clean, a few decorations set
there is always one thing that I will forget

dinner was prepped the night before
a ham, small turkey, trimmings and more
grandkids love Gramps idea of dessert first
their parents think the concept is the worst

they're here, they're here, kisses and hugs
lets get the hot chocolate and fill those mugs
stories to tell, memories to be made
peace and prosperity for all we prayed

with gifts exchanged, the goodbyes are said
pleasant dreams awaiting, he is ready for bed
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A Character

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“Then you are a poet?’

she asked, fingering

the flyer in her pocket.

‘No not at all,‘

he waved his hand.

‘I am merely a character

in a poem.”

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― Karen Tei Yamashita

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Elfje: Cinquain

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hand

pass out

give to each

play cards for fun

deal

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Senryu:

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her expectations

she will cry over spilt milk

she wants what she wants

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Poem:

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no rhyme, no reason, no character
the poem had no relationship with an ancient mariner
the words just stumbled along looking for a home
the poem even sought advice from the garden gnome

even the writing muse shook her head
she said no line could be writ with a golden thread
despite the obstacles the poem kept trudging along
the page had to be filled come right or wrong

and then in a dream the character appeared
a hero who said there was nothing to be feared
said she, the words you seek are a dime a dozen
and most are as enjoyable as a kissing cousin

the poem was ecstatic, giggling with delight
the ideas kept coming day and night
adieu the hero said, my job is done here
she said the poems model should be Shakespeare

so is this a sonnet, to be or not to be
probably. with just an extra quatrain, as you can see

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