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“It is better
to know some
of the questions
than all of
the answers.”
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~ James Thurber
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Elfje: (Cinquain) Classic: each word only one syllable.
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ask
call for
want to say
beg to see more
pose
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Haiku: (5-7-5, nature and seasons the topic)
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Florida sweet corn
first crop is ready to pick
enough sun and rain
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Poem:
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there is this kitten from hell
all he does is very loudly yell
a needy cat all he wants is attention
the energy level is from another dimension
the cat in the mirror is his newest toy
full steam ahead, no need to be coy
such a little thing with such a loud purr
so much life in that small ball of fur
always in trouble, too much curiosity
to the family he is a source of jocosity
no, no, let go of that curtain
looks like he’ll need all nine lives that is for certain
will we still love him when he becomes a cat ? ? ?
probably, as long as he doesn’t become a bureaucrat
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“The same words
conceal and declare
the thoughts of men.”
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~ Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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hide
and seek
subliminal mind games
God knows your thoughts
exposed
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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politics aside
they must run
egomaniacs
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Poem:
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was it love or was it lust
my heart I could not trust
the primal urges exploded
my addicted brain yelled more
thoughts that I could not ignore
my gene pool overloaded
emotional needs never discussed
physical satisfaction was a must
the morals were completely eroded
fantasies and conquests keeping score
deeds normal people would deplore
to selfish needs I was devoted
I regarded myself with distrust
knowing what I was doing was unjust
I was the person to be avoided
came and went through the back door
rarely was I asked to do an encore
answers to my advances were pre recorded
no, not tonight, no, never, you slime ball
if I need a headache I give you a call
finally became tired of all the rejection
met a man who taught me to listen
with a new way of living I’ve been smitten
I’ve learned to communicate with affection
growing old has become a blessing
words of love gladly expressing
in the mirror I like the reflection
learning to love has had it’s rewards
making friends from this day forwards
universal love my only selection
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ME and the Boss.
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