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“A moment’s
thinking
is an hour
in words.”
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~ Thomas Hood
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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excuse
plausible cause
communicate a reason
in so many words
explain
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Haiku:
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a perfect season
long hot days and muggy nights
summer grows the crops
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Poem:
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star crossed lovers see only each other
completely absorbed in one another
the moon or honeymoon will eventually be over
life is not always a bed of clover
for the majority there is a compromise
they bury the hatchet which is very wise
for the selfish sicky the war only escalates
for the sake of a pun they end up as stalemates
only the sickest hold a resentment forever
the wise are smart enough to never say never
human nature says that most relationships mellow
love and compassion make for the best bedfellow
I had a friend, to stay married it took him three tries
he learned to give, he learned to share, surprise
no secrets, she lets him know when things are not right
he said chivalry is not dead, he is now the white knight
may God bless all of your relationships
may your love avoid the apocalypse
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ME and the Boss
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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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‘Writing is like sex.
First you do it for love,
then you do it for your friends,
and then you do it for money.”
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~ Virginia Woolf
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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Title: Adeline Virginia Woolf
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precursor
women’s rights
stream of consciousness
anonymous was a woman
avant-garde
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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watching the grass grow
one of nature’s miracles
interdependent
cows rummage and produce milk
humans steal it to nourish
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Poem:
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a babbling brook fed by melting snow
reflecting silver from the full moon’s glow
the nightingale’s song providing harmony
the hoot owls rhythm fitting in perfectly
nature does abhor man’s interference
his scars diminishing her appearance
burning and plowing causing a blight
pollution blocking the vital sunlight
man’s forest of concrete and steel
dams, locks and levees most surreal
environmentalist fighting a losing battle
money confusing the issue with psychobabble
prognosticators using the magic eight ball
only God really knows what will befall
let’s live today to its fullest potential
put generosity first, that is essential
be kind, be loving, be patient and tolerant
allow your Higher Power to be preponderant
repeating the prayers from a bended knee
living a life; happy, joyous and free
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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