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In Due Time

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“I shall,

in due time,

be a Poet.”

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~ Ada Lovelace

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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practice

do over

and over again

until it’s done right

rehearse

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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)

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their love was not lost

torn apart by civil war

rekindled again

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Poem:

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the blame was always put on others
the sickest could incriminate their mothers
the index finger was pointed so others could see
they ignore the three pointing back: I, self and me

the thumb points up to remind them that God knows
trying to dismiss what lies right under their nose
the intent is to overlook their own lives debris
acting like a monkey trying to hide up in a tree

came to discover his brain was the problem
using drugs and alcohol he failed to blossom
he developed a disease from which there is no cure
untreated it leads to jails, institutions and death, for sure

for treatments that work, God is at the core
too much ego leads to a swinging door
get in, get in, do the next right thing
recovery is the only value worth worshiping

best of all no need of finger pointing
let go and let God, no more fighting
a new way of life, a new way of thinking
one day at a time, just not drinking

it has worked for millions, why not you
try the Twelve Step program to see you through

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ME and the Boss

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Inspired Talent

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Talent is a faucet.

When it is on,

one must write.

Inspiration is a farce

that poets have invented

to give themselves

importance.”

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~ Jean Anouilh

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Elfje:

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poetry

begats itself

words need partners

imagined images made real

inspired                                        ( or is that “talented”  ? ? )

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Haiku:

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cold north’rn clipper

winter descends abruptly

natures call to sleep

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Poem:

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happy eyes say glad to see ya
the smile echoes the feeling
wonderful greetings that shout aha
the giggles, the laughs, the squealing

so we don’t speak the same language
the body knows you’re a friend
being cute does have it’s advantage
the heart doesn’t like to pretend

the warm fuzzies that make memories last
a tender touch that makes two into one
contentment  and sentimentality unsurpassed
nothing can ever be lost in translation

who needs words    ? ? ?
friends for a day, friends for a lifetime
hate and anger are for the birds
let the moment say, “will you be mine”

have a friend, be a friend, smile
know that sharing makes this life worthwhile


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