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The Rhythmical Creation Of Beauty

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“I would define,

in brief,

the poetry of words

as the rhythmical

creation of Beauty.”

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~ Edgar Allan Poe

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Elfje:   (Cinquain)

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soothing

gentle sounds

pleasing gossamer dreams

still water runs deep

brooks

 

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Haiku:

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thunder lightening rain

God’s wonderful theater

life giving waters

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Poem:

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I can see the setting with my minds eye

with my words I want you to see it too

use your imagination, let it fly

let us all take a trip to the emotional zoo

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let us start with the family, we know them best

Dad doesn’t count, his emotions are hidden

question his feelings he would flunk this test

real men don’t cry; a tear, heaven forbidden

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Mom’s usually have all of the passion

child bearing, child rearing stretches the sensibilities

following Dr. Spock or whoever is the current fashion

in the end, Mothers intuition is the God given ability

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Siblings, a curse or a blessing

some are like Mom, some are like Dad

memories fueled by feelings worth expressing

the best times, the worst times we have ever had

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neighbors and friends can fill the zoo

from cuddly koalas to to the always hungry lion

over the cuckoo’s nest some of them flew

personally they all made their own bed to lie in

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paint the picture, yourself, family and others

what colors do their personalities represent

the vibrant peacock, the camouflaged laughing hyenas

use your mental imagery how many matches can you invent

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see the picture

who is the sicker

can’t go to the zoo

without looking for you

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ME and the Boss

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Listen

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“The poet

doesn’t invent.

He listens. ”

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~ Jean Cocteau

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Elfje:

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words

written, spoken

reflections of life

painting an imperfect picture

listening

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Haiku:

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lightening and thunder

accompanying springs rain

dramatic nature

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Poem:

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they listened to the old man’s tale

knowing that there were embellishments

the pause, the  dramatic inhale

entertainment for the residents

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they used to get up and go to work for a living

careers they called them, it paid the bills

one day a year they would celebrate thanksgiving

now it’s talk regarding the changing of the wills

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most are enjoying their life’s longevity

the happiest enjoy doting on the next generation

few ponder the length of eternity

fewer yet the theory of creation

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day to day they enjoy this existence

following the path of least resistance.

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ME and the Boss

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