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“Poetry is
the spontaneous overflow
of powerful feelings:
it takes its origin
from emotion recollected
in tranquility.”
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~ William Wordsworth
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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loud
ear piercing
rapping, banging, pulsating
oversized car audio system
obnoxious
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Haiku:
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morning chill no frost
cold air moves towards tropics
winter ebbs and flows
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Poem:
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Tranquillity, serenity , peace, quiet and calm
destroyed by the horrific moron next door
there is no app for that on my favorite dot.com
instincts have been reduced to pacing the floor
Something is trying to teach me a lesson
can’t see the value in patience and tolerance
learning the two step to avoid depression
praying to God to rid me of this annoyance
Is this a new game, what’s it called
war, battle, shoot, maim, destroy
can’t figure out why no one is appalled
to the mentally disturbed it’s more than a toy
The console a babysitter with no parental control
addictive behaviors being fine tuned
rapidly disappearing down the rabbit hole
to a life of failure they are surely doomed
A grateful heart will never be jealous
but for the grace of a Higher Power
protect those who you value precious
don’t let the insane destroy your ivory tower
Every day will hold at least one blessing
smile, it keeps them guessing.
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ME and the Boss.
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“The poet knows
that he speaks
adequately,
then, only when
he speaks somewhat
wildly.”
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― Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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illusion
minds eye
what could be
listening to the silence
imagination
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Haiku:
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gurgling fountains
pond covered with lily pads
croaking frogs chime in
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Poem:
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why argue,
does anyone remember
how to have a discussion,
debate has become a monologue
arbitration skills long forgotten
ignorance leads to a temper shorten
does he who yells the loudest win
isn’t anger and rage a deadly sin
is it the ego that says we can’t be wrong
is it the will that must be strong
or is it just a deep seated need to dramatize
what does it take to compromise
for some it seems to be just a bad habit
for a covey it’s just another sabbat
an addicts need to be antisocial
paranoia that grows exponential
be wise, keep your mouth shut
a flappy jaw will expose your butt
arguing with the idiot makes you the moron
think outside of the box, be the sharpest crayon
engage the brain before running the mouth
be sure to speak only the truth
if you must argue, for God’s sake
be a humble loser and buy the cake
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ME and the Boss
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