Tag Archives: Mother’s Day

Explore, Dream, Discover.

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“Twenty years from now

you will be more disappointed

by the things that you didn’t do

than by the ones you did do. So,

throw off the bowlines, sail away

from safe harbor, catch the

trade winds in your sails.

Explore, Dream, Discover.”

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  ~  Mark Twain

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)          
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dream
sail away
from safe harbor
catch the trade winds
discover
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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7
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God blessed the love birds
always and ever happy
thoughts of each other

sharing and caring as one
God met their needs, not their wants

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Poem:
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the one who held the family together
always there despite the weather
feast or famine, healthy or sick
she was there through thin and thick

clinging to her apron strings
she was an angel earning her wings
year after year as we grew
she always did what a mother should do

us from the world she did protect
and when we did wrong she did correct
many good times stored in memory
events supplied by her boundless energy

sadly celebrated only one day a year
I see her reflection in every tear
kudos to mothers everywhere
the world would cease without their care

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ME and the Boss

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What You Really Think

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“Poetry is not an expression

of the party line.

It’s that time of night,

lying in bed,

thinking

what you really think,

making the private world public,

that’s what the poet does.”

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~ Allen Ginsberg

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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private

my story

who I am

what I want to be                   (One too many … but who cares ? ? ?)

personal

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Haiku:

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rain, rain go away

come again some other day

today’s game is called

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Poem:    mother’s day

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mother always said
there is no such thing as free
she always knew what was in my head
she even knew when I had to pee

mothers intuition I later learned
passed on from mother to mother
with our welfare she was concerned
gifts of love we learned to give one another

the neighborhood hot line was very speedy
she knew what was done before we got home
no need in trying to be sneaky
she said she heard it from the garden gnome

her artistic touch brightened our world
stories about us made the grandchildren laugh
the time when aunt Mickey had our hair curled
memories shared with an old photograph

mothers deserve more than one day
cherish yours while you still can
know that hers is a price we can never repay
love doesn’t work on the installment plan

love is not free, so we all must work for it
when in doubt, just copy your mother’s wit

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ME and the Boss.

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