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As to the pure mind
all things are pure,
so to the poetic mind
all things are poetical.
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~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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drink
be merry
celebrate the occasion
know when to stop
imbibe
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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sympathize with me
misery loves company
give me sympathy
poor me, please pour me a drink
I hate it when you are right
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Poem: Madrigal
Line 1: A Line 2: B1 Line 3: B2 Line 4: a Line 5: b Line 6: A
Line 7: B1 Line 8: a Line 9: b Line 10: b Line 11: A Line 12: B1
Line 13: B2
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they loved with a heartfelt emotion
being together was very appealing
a pleasant and enjoyable feeling
for each a mutual devotion
two hearts as one were beating
they loved a with heartfelt emotion
being together was very appealing
lives moving in concerted motion
lives with shared purpose and meaning
lives enjoy as if they were dreaming
they loved with a heartfelt emotion
being together was very appealing
a pleasant and enjoyable feeling
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ME and the Boss
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“Poems can be found,
if they’re looked for,
addressing every realm
of what in our lives
can feel broken….
Every truly good poem
has in it, somewhere,
an anchor dropped down into wholeness.”
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—Jane Hirshfield
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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reality
the now
without tainted bias
coincidence, happening, occurrence, incident
wholeness
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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pleasant aromas
food cooking
can’t wait for meal time
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Poem: (madrigal)
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would I, could I, should I lie
only God knows the real truth
those bad habits we learned as a youth
a habitual liar makes me want to cry
repeating a fib is very uncouth
would I, could I, should I lie
only God knows the real truth
if my nose grows, will I be the bad guy
to undress the lie will take a real sleuth
as painful as pulling a wisdom tooth
would I, could I, should I lie
only God knows the real truth
those bad habits we learned as a youth
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ME and the Boss.
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