Tag Archives: Mother Nature

Nerves

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“One must

read poetry

with one’s

nerves.”

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― Wallace Stevens

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Elfje:   (Cinquain)

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feel

the rhythm

the earth speaks

mother nature waxes poetic

sinews

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Haiku:

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rainbows perfect arc

leading to the pot of gold

puddles and flowers

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Poem:

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thank you soldier

I live a life or ease

with epaulets upon your shoulder

my freedom is your guarantee

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from the American Revolution

to today’s police action

you defend the Constitution

democracy your sanction

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only one day a year we celebrate you

that effort certainly pales compared to what you do

today we thank you on our blog

hoping it will become an eternal epilogue

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Thanks to all who sacrificed and all who serve.

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ME and the Boss

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Must It Be Understood ? ? ?

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“I’ve written

some poetry

I don’t understand

myself”

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~ Carl Sandburg

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Elfje:   (also known as a Cinquain)

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words

homonym, homophone

similar but different

sounds like but not

understand

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Haiku:

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true spring has arrived

jasmine fragrance fills the air

sinuses react

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Poem:

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the jasmine, the jasmine, the blooms proliferate

the arbor moans under the vines weight

the fragrant aroma wafts through an open window

for the chickadees there is a convenient pillow

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every blossom so intricately designed

as a host there is a scrumptious feast refined

just like snow flakes there are never two the same

for the Great Creator there is a miracle to acclaim

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the garden is a frame for the artists blank canvas

colors and shapes developed like a poems stanzas

Mother Nature provides the pallet of a rainbow

the gardeners blueprint is their personal trousseau

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delightful, wonderful, awesome, a subject never boring

real or imagined, my your garden always be most adoring.

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ME and the Boss

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