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“The poet is
an untier of
knots,
and love
without words
is a knot,
and it drowns.”
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~ Gabriela Mistral
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Elfje: (Cinquain) classic, each word only one syllable
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kind
be good
treat me fair
do next right thing
love
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Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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bawling, sobs and tears
she, who was the drama queen
never to console
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Poem:
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searching for my inner strength
for my love I would go to any length
speaking the truth with only candor
never a hint of being a philander
learning that the perfect word is we
in all affairs, to be as honest as can be
to face the good times and the bad
having a trust that is truly ironclad
the deepest feelings, more than a friend
someone on whom you can always depend
the best partner ever for playing charades
a person with whom you can count decades
the heart that will go with me to any length
the soul who leads me to my inner strength
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ME and the Boss
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“An intellectual says
a simple thing
in a hard way.
An artist says
a hard thing
in a simple way.”
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~ Charles Bukowski
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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artist
painting words
images verbally spun
pictures for the imagination
poet
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Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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body, mind and soul
death is the final answer
mind and soul reborn
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Poem:
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the old man’s mind still enjoys it’s trips to fantasy land
remembering the occasional one night stand
sometimes recalling the details, the time and place
a few were nothing but a blur, others had a face
the morning after always a calliope of feelings
praying that the night included no weddings
very little guilt from the drive for self satisfaction
no remorse for the victim, didn’t believe in compassion
a name that was a lie needs no amends
what’s a little hot and heavy among friends
he wished for the goose what was good for the gander
the rules were set, he was just another philander
when he remembers, today he looks
touching is definitely not in the books
still rude, never a sympathetic heart surgeon
always trying to become a better curmudgeon
tired, spent, he’s given up trying
he believes there is a benefit to dying
faith, there is a purpose God put us upon this earth
believe, good memories are all that it’s worth
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ME and the Boss
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