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The Final Achievement

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“Simplicity is the

final achievement.

After one has played

a vast quantity of notes

and more notes,

it is simplicity

that emerges as

the crowning reward of art.”     

~  Frédéric Chopin

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)    classic: each word only one syllable
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eased
let up
calm the nerves
glad to be me
pleased
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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5
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please pay the piper
compensate
donate to the cause

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Poem:
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azaleas blooming, red, white and pink
at the Masters it is the signature drink
the tournament renowned as  golf’s best
for the players it is the ultimate contest

for many it is physical prowess tested
Mark Twain called it a good walk wasted
for the spectators it is the ultimate garden
so pristine, Mother Nature will never need a pardon

azaleas announce spring from Florida to Pennsylvania
followed by the seedless families cryptogamia*
camera ready, a springtime beauty to behold
many precious memories more valued than gold

why does man hold on to his history
the ego is at the core of this mystery
who cares how many tournaments this man has won
let us find a way where everyone can have some fun

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ME and the Boss

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cryptogamia*    in a former classification systems: one of two major plant divisions,
including all plants that do not bear seeds: ferns, mosses, algae, fungi.

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The Contradiction

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“Free verse

is like

free love;

it is a

contradiction

in terms.”

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― G.K. Chesterton

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Elfje:

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mother

always said

nothing is free

the piper is paid

eventually

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Haiku:

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awaiting the rain

dry brown grasses catching fire

hurricane season

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Poem:     “Delightfully”

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nature and the weather
two safe topics to discuss
you may tickle me with a feather
as  friends, let us always stay together

walk with me in my garden
let’s close the gate on the worlds problems
let’s allow our minds to soar like the martin
every faux pas let us agree to pardon

the clouds are gathering, we need the rain
hope I’m not wrong just like the weatherman
to bad we do not live on the plains of Spain
call in the cavalry, come on John Wayne

praying for the veggie plants to produce a cornucopia
getting out the paint to color the thumb green
pleasant and wonderful dreams of my own utopia
awakening,  not wanting to find dysfunction and dystopia.

walk with me in my garden silently
let us listen to the sounds of Mother Nature
observing the complexities of Her wonderful society
placed in our memories under the experience ” delightfully”

ME and the Boss:

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