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“Poetry and art
nourish the soul
of the world with
the flavor-filled
substances of beauty,
wisdom and truth.”
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― Aberjhani
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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noise
harsh, strident
acoustical echoes clash
street aromas added throughout
cacophony
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Haiku:
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cool air morning rime
winters hand refuses to fade
flowers, birds protest
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Poem:
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Beauty, Wisdom and Truth
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the fat cat sleeps at her feet
morning light enters her chamber
noises begin to rise from the street
the fireplace glows with it’s last ember
nights filled with pleasant dreams
her many years filled with pleasure
fields of plenty beside flowing streams
the memories which are her treasure
like many she has loved and lost
yet she would not let her heart be broken
she knew her stars were crossed
yet no mean words were ever spoken
she arises giving gratitude to God
arms stretched wide to welcome the sun
eyes glinting with happiness, the smile ever broad
always able, ready and willing to have some fun
mother of my children, grandmother to theirs
always and ever the answer to my prayers
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ME and the Boss
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“Poetry
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… a place for the genuine.
Hands that can grasp,
eyes that can dilate,
hair that can rise.”
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― Marianne Moore
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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eyes
grow wider
seeing is beieving
how could that be
magic
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Haiku:
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listening to the birds
natures sounds so melodic
happiness and joy
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Poem:
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sitting on the fence rail
pondering the choices to be made
should I, could I, would I
why am I always so afraid
forever having fun
lessons never learned
selfish instant gratification
all those bridges that I have burned
as the Dutchman always said
too soon oldt, too late schmart
if you mind, does it matter
everyone must read Descartes
reverie over, make the decision
listen to the heart that God made
it knows to do the next right thing
without the need for an accolade
happiness, joy and freedom
blessed by a light from above
conscious, aware, sensing the vibe
enjoying the souls best feeling . . . love
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ME and the Boss
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