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"Dont
over finish
your work.
There is value
to done.”
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~ Paul Gauguin
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Elfje: (Cinquain) classic: each word only one syllable
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work
to act
make it run
while you have fun
play
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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weather is perfect
a time to go out and play
beautiful day
ignoring world chaos
democracy is alive
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Poem:
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sunshine and rainbows, another beautiful day
the lucky have nothing to do but play
everyone can enjoy nature at it’s best
given life, every soul has been blessed
precipitation and wind, the weather is miserable
only the ducks may deem it considerable
the weather is good as a conversation piece
guess right or wrong the odds will never increase
the smart are patient knowing that water is life
the tolerant are able to avoid the strife
the wise do not discuss politics or religion
being careful not to expose the family addiction
ignore the weather it is about to change
most opinions are useless and usually strange
today, love, forgive, be patient, tolerant and kind
let only peace and happiness cross your mind
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“Write
what you like;
there is no
other rule.”
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~ O. Henry
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Elfje: (Cinquain) classic: each word only one syllable
.
joy
some fun
a big thrill
glad to be nice
glee
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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beautiful sky
sun and mist
rainbows everywhere
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Poem:
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looking, lost, trying to find fantasyland
this ugly, smelly reality I cannot stand
transport me to a faraway zone
let me hide by using a clone
let’s create a new space and call it Love
built with the blessings received from above
air and noise pollution may not exist
the sky above always rainbow kissed
soft melodies provided by the birds and the bees
herbal aromas wafting about on a fresh breeze
every trail and path lined with a display floral
the horizon represented by a bucolic mural
a sirens scream, a grieving mothers wail
back to earth, dreams wasted to no avail
a bang and a thud, everything used and abused
only the crazy from this world are excused
to cope, one must adjust the altitude
work hard at keeping a good attitude
let reality suck, if it must
let go, relax, in God you must trust
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ME and the Boss
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