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“How does a poet
know when a poem
is ended?
Because it lies flat, taut;
nothing can be added
or subtracted.”
~ Carol Shields
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Elfje: Cinquain
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one
or two
but not three
no need to count
more
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Haiku:
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the wild universe
natural phenomenon
ever evolving
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Poem:
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good , better, best
another day that God has blessed
new events we call the news
usually something that we do not choose
a good day, nothing happened at all
not even handwriting on the wall
food on the table, the roof stayed up
love overflowed the proverbial cup
a better day, something really nice happened
an incident that no one could have imagined
the post it note for a happy memory
a warm thought for the hearts treasury
the best day, God had better plans than I did
on that day He proved that every pot has a lid
it was the day He introduced me to the one I love
daily I thank the heavens and the God above
blessings for you, may today be your best
may you easily pass every stress test
pray that your silver linings turn to gold
may the love you give be returned two fold
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ME and the Boss
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