A Meteor

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“A poem

is a

meteor.”

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~ Wallace Stevens

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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vaporize

or explode

into earth’s atmosphere

God’s nightly fireworks display

meteor

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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happiness expressed

joyful heart

silent gratitude

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Poem:

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there is this place I call never-the-less
to all of my friends I give free access
the place is filled with excuses galore
who could wish for anything more

the place is a series of rooms, nooks and crannies
there is an cool pond to keep fire from the fannies
there is a looking glass that can see future trouble
it has yet to learn how to pick the daily double

make yourself fit using the many trick mirrors
there are free warm hugs when you get the shivers
the ceiling is made from the trees of knowledge and life
a picture of Heavens peace when man gives up strife

come visit, we’ll have lunch and go exploring
we’ll make a plan for man his faith restoring
regardless, at any rate, we can all be the critic
all the same, in any event, I’ll be there in spirit

never-the-less, we can all do it anyhow, God willing
never-the-less, we’ll never do it anyway, fates fulfilling  

 

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ME and the Boss.

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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A Particle Of Life

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“There is not

a particle of life

which does not bear

poetry within it”

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~ Gustave Flaubert

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Elfje

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poetry

atoms moving

seen or unseen

noise, music, heard, unheard

Creation

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Haiku

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the seasons rhythm

a cadence of sights and sounds

creations poem

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Poem

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sounds used to convey a thought

man uses his words to converse

ideas which cannot be taught

understanding is always diverse

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the writer calls it poetry

the reader has his opinion

does it rhyme or is it free

whose interpretation has dominion

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poems are written to fill a void

how to describe ones ivory castle

sounds and ideas are then employed

from head to heart they travel

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like the rhythm of the universe

a good poem never ends

time and space they do traverse

languages and cultures it transcends

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a poem exist in every particle of life

every breath and every idea

the writer but a midwife

always seeking the ideal panacea

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today this castle is made of sand

awaiting the tide to come in

written with a story unplanned

hoping above hope to win

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your point of view, my sentiment

how important is it and this too shall pass

knowing all who read this and every poem will benefit

allowing everyone to see through the looking glass

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ME and the Boss

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