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

from the American Revolution
to today’s police action
you defend the Constitution
democracy your sanction

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

Thanks to all who sacrificed and all who serve.

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ME and the Boss

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