“Every poet…
finds himself born
in the midst of prose.
He has to struggle
from the littleness
and obstruction of
an actual world
into the freedom
and infinitude of
an ideal.”
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― Thomas Carlyle
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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unique
that place
like no other
paradise of one’s own
utopia
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Haiku:
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fog cascades surreal
fairy dust covers snails trails
morning dew sparkles
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Poem:
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I love tic-tac-toe
the game played with Xs and Os
Xs are for the hugs I crave
Os are for the kisses I gave
the British call it noughts and crosses
a stuffy way to put love in boxes
I guess a cold handshake will have to do
what do they do to the girl they want to woo
a special derisive thank you to Hallmark
knowing that love needed a renewed spark
for keeping St. Valentine’s legend alive
and a bigger business to contrive
can’t forget the sweets for the sweets
Russel-Stover and Godiva provide the eats
splurge, start the diet tomorrow
another good day for remorse and sorrow
this year, ignore the commercial
be special, love special
not just for that special day
but for each and every day
and in every way
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ME and the Boss
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“I sometimes think
you despise poetry,’
said Phineas.
‘When it is false I do.
The difficulty is to know
when it is false
and when it is true.”
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― Anthony Trollope
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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question
definitive answer
true or false
throw in monkey wrench
maybe
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Haiku:
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question the weather
nature appears as the truth
man can only guess
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Poem
incessantly the waves throb
the breeze constant and prevailing
swimmers heads sway and bob
mind and body want to go sailing
beaches sought to enhance the pleasure
some seek to see, some go to be seen
experiences sought to forever measure
fertile gardens of love for the growing teen
cotton candy and salt water taffy
boardwalks that arouse all of the senses
only the crazy cannot be happy
even the bashful start acting pretentious.
oh so quickly summer comes to an end
the crowds and the vendors have had their season
what stays open the locals recommend
their favorite time of the year, they have a reason
some enjoy the heat, the crowds, the excitement and joy
others the fall, while the water is still warm,
some winter or spring their time to enjoy
they know the shore is the best place to experience a storm
the beach, the shore, sand and sunburns
memories of family and friends forever
where many of life’s lessons one first learns
thanks Mother Nature for the memories to treasure.
ME and the Boss
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