
“Real haiku is the soul of poetry.
Anything that is not actually
present in one’s heart is not haiku.
The moon glows, flowers bloom,
insects cry, water flows. . . .
This is the essence of haiku.
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~ Santoka Taneda
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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moon
synodic month
earth’s only satellite
a clear nights extravaganza
lunar
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Haiku:
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cricket songs have ceased
the rivers and lakes frozen
winters solid grip
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Poem:
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enjoying life with a true passion
smug as a bug in a rug satisfaction
not to worry that the bubble will burst
when we die we’ll be over the worst
fingers, toes and eyes crossed
praying for luck whatever the cost
seeking places that induce laughter
who cares what may be in the hereafter
serving coffee, tea or me
just be the person you want to be
laugh, lust, just don’t get caught
only God knows what you thought
find yourself a new definition for fun
something to enjoy when you are on the run
find people and places that can fill the bill
make sure that everything flows from your free will
hope you enjoy this silly rhyme
know it was not a waste of time
today, be serious only when you need to be
just remember to giggle when you go to pee
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ME and the Boss
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“We make out of the
quarrel with others,
rhetoric,
but of the quarrel
with ourselves,
poetry.”
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~ William Butler Yeats
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Elfje:
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Who
does not
quarrel with themselves
could have, should have
maybe
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Haiku:
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why must I grow up
seasons of our discontent
choices, choices, luck
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Poem: is there a reason
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is there a reason, is there a rhyme
life moves on in spite of me
did I, could I, have missed my prime
did I learn nothing on my father’s knee.
growing old is not an option
acting mature is a matter of opinion
steadily we rely more upon the naproxen
the hot toddy and a nap our best companion
been there, done that
I just can’t remember where or when
reduced to the trivial chitchat
the weather is the common denominator for all men
look in the mirror and have a good laugh
don’t take yourself so damn serious
a giggle a day will cut the aging in half
only God can explain the mysterious
Today is the only day we have to live
enjoy it on the positive, laughable side
try your hardest to do better than just survive
sleep well my friend, saying I tried, I tried. . .
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ME and the Boss
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