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
When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I can only stare, and shape my grief In little words.
~ Dorothy Parker
Elfje: Cinquain
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babies
cute twins
boy and girl
dressed blue and pink
children
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Senryu:
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born to be happy
was loved and knew how to love
with a heart of gold
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Poem:
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here’s hoping that your every day is a Sunday giving your Higher Power a day to rest having gratitude for each and every day doing His will makes it the best
accepting life without a worry always trying to do the next right thing do it now so later you won’t have to hurry please don’t cry over the broken shoe string
begin each day with an attitude of gratitude best to know that you have a choice better to be seen than being viewed show your love by using a happy voice
don’t pay Peter by what from Paul you rob always the choice, happiness is an inside job
ME and the Boss Poetry 