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“She’s always looking
for poetry and passion
and sensitivity,
the whole Romantic kitchen.
I live on a rather simpler diet.
Prose and pudding?”
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~ John Fowles
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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gifts
genetically predisposed
nurture versus nature
physical, mental, emotional, spiritual
inherited
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Haiku:
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icy wind chills bones
onion snow covers the ground
spring is put on hold
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Poem:
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How do you know when you’re growing old
can you become to tired to think
from nose to toes always cold
so crazy there’s no need to call the shrink
How do you know when you’re growing old
remember tenth grade, can’t remember lunch
or enjoying to ignore what you’re being told
the old arteries that are now made of clunch
How do you know when you’re growing old
the curmudgeon quietly chuckles with glee
more than one tooth filed with gold
odor blind to self, to others he smells like pee
How do you know when your growing old
the younger generation thinks you know nothing
a danger to self and others you are told
you live with memories of things worth loving
How do you know when you are growing old
Beats me,
but I’ll let you know when I get there
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ME and the Boss
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“Poetry is nothing
if it exists
only in books.
One has to find it
in one’s own life.”
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― Marty Rubin
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Elfje:
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ready
get set
on your mark
no place to go
ratrace
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Haiku:
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serene and peaceful
natures majesty displayed
tranquil summers eve
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Poem:
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In and Out
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in
ones
own life
the ebb and flow
the coming and going
growing to physical maturity
hopefully becoming wise along the way
trying to resolve life’s mysteries
quickly the time has passed
celebrating or mourning
reflecting on events
it’s God’s time
over and
out
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ME and the Boss
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