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A Character

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“Then you are a poet?’

she asked, fingering

the flyer in her pocket.

No not at all,

he waved his hand.

I am merely a character

in a poem.”

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― Karen Tei Yamashita

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Elfje: Cinquain

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hand

pass out

give to each

play cards for fun

deal

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Senryu:

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her expectations

she will cry over spilt milk

she wants what she wants

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Poem:

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no rhyme, no reason, no character
the poem had no relationship with an ancient mariner
the words just stumbled along looking for a home
the poem even sought advice from the garden gnome

even the writing muse shook her head
she said no line could be writ with a golden thread
despite the obstacles the poem kept trudging along
the page had to be filled come right or wrong

and then in a dream the character appeared
a hero who said there was nothing to be feared
said she, the words you seek are a dime a dozen
and most are as enjoyable as a kissing cousin

the poem was ecstatic, giggling with delight
the ideas kept coming day and night
adieu the hero said, my job is done here
she said the poems model should be Shakespeare

so is this a sonnet, to be or not to be
probably. with just an extra quatrain, as you can see

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A Social Effect

“The poem has

a social effect of some kind

whether or not

the poet wills it to have.

It has a kenetic force,

it sets in motion…

elements in the reader

that would otherwise

remain stagnant.”

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 ~ Denise Levertov

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Elfje: Cinquain (Classic, each word only one syllable)

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flat

no taste

used too much

not full of life

stale

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Senryu:

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just go with the flow

control is always God’s choice

just let things happen

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Poem:

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unique we think, yet we are more alike
especially for that drunk named Mike
he learned to identify the many feelings
better than watching the spinning ceilings

just another with brains on backward
inebriated, uninhibited, wannabe bad actor
fear motivated his entire persona
really an angel but he lost his corona

God, in His mercy, struck him sober
said it would be his last hangover
he was introduced to a Group Of Drunks
they showed him how to step out of the dumps

time passed on and he found peace of mind
he even learned how to be loving and kind
a spiritual foundation gave him serenity
family and friends loved his new identity

today he is about giving back
his wisdom is a trusted almanac
he offers others the pathway to nirvana
for some it’s a road map to find Tijuana

his brain is still on backwards he knows
but a new way of thinking really shows
he only suggest that you may try his way
the least you can do is to stop and pray
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ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com/

https://meandtheboss.com/

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