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“On the shining yards of heaven
See a wider dawn unfurled. . . .
The eternal slaves of beauty
Are the masters of the world.”
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~ Bliss Carman
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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master
over all
leader by name
land, sea, air, fire
lord
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Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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dysfunctional fun
locking children out of house
who gets the last laugh
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Poem:
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do you only see the ugly
do you only see the beautiful
is your life just awfully fugly
is your life an enjoyable musical
life is an emotional roller coaster
up and down, slow and fast
is your best look printed on a wanted poster
do you fit into a typical typecast
does your life fit your personality
does your personality fit your life
can you claim a dual modality
how well do you handle strife
can’t answer any of the questions above
who really cares
it’s always your life to do with as you love
upstairs or downstairs
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ME and the Boss
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“It has been said
by the ancients
that poetry is a
picture without form,
and painting is a
poem with form”
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– HuaI (Song Dynasty)
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Elfje:
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form
or function
words or shapes
art for arts sake
ancient
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Elfje (Cinquain)
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gasp
can’t breathe
trying to survive
everything is black and white
nightmare
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Haiku:
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nature has her form
survival of the fittest
are we included
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Poem:
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flights of fantasy, daydreams
over and over the same unreal themes
the what if I were rich instead of beautiful
dancing, singing, the star of a musical
no morbid thoughts to inspire a poem
wishing the reveries were to be an omen
castles in the air sparked by jealously
life’s decisions handled carelessly
dreams, not goals, wasting life’s precious moment
my lethargy being my own worst opponent
move a muscle, change a thought
maybe today, maybe today, I’ll hit the jackpot
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ME and the Boss
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