“But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.”
~ Andrew Marvel
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Elfje: Cinquain
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eat
a meal
can you cook
spud, meat and bread
food
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Haiku:
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colorful flowers
attracting ants, bees and me
with sweet aromas
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Poem:
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the horseshoe above the door was facing down my luck had fallen to the ground up the ladder with hammer in hand was this the portal to Alice’s wonderland
it was a tap, tap, tap on the tack step on a crack you break your mother’s back righted the horseshoe without hitting my thumb could I walk, talk and chew bubble gum
superstitions growing out of old wives tales nevermind is to ignore the minor details the poem is seeking something metaphorical the only help that I can give is strictly rhetorical
to sit in rapture, to muse and ponder how much time does a poet squander back to the luck which is now on the ground the old sage said that if I am prepared it can again be found
so to be prepared one needs to read more one cannot expect life to come through the back door love we know comes in through the window it is death who uses the back door for his innuendo
be ready Freddy, keep the front door unlocked keep your notebook of good ideas well stocked may your horseshoe always be turned upward and let today’s dessert be your favorite custard
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. “Luck Is What Happens When Preparation Meets Opportunity”. This quote is attributed to the Roman philosopher Seneca.
paid the bills, no money left over only dreams of being in the clover contemplating what to do when I win the lotto you just wait has been my motto
dreams with no action never work believing in good luck is just a quirk to put that cherry on the banana split maybe tomorrow I’ll get around to it
what’s not to enjoy about living glad to multiply the joy by giving having a family by birth or by choice just too many reasons to rejoice
do we really need a reason for being what if we all were just dreaming forget the questions, let your soul soar know that happiness is rewarded by more
ME and the Boss Poetry 