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“Faith is the poetry
of our dreams;
action is the builder
of our reality.”
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~ Steve Maraboli
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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truth
fully evident
cannot be denied
forever etched in stone
reality
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Haiku:
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icy chill, snowflakes
earth being held by winter’s grip
nature hibernates
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Poem:
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sunlight on the wings of a butterfly
summer sounds of bees and birds
nature’s magnificence one cannot deny
all mighty creation to glorify
comparisons at a loss for words
human vision pales inadequate
images that the artist attempt to capture
each and every day a cause to celebrate
God laughs as we try to prognosticate
time to stop thinking, enjoy the rapture
universe reduced to mathematical perfection
wavelengths that color the rainbow
mirror, mirror, whose reflection
emotions the only imperfection
an occasional mind like Leonardo or Thoreau
whose world is this anyway
can there ever be an honest legislature
is there a replacement for religion
does one need faith to file a petition
will man ever harmonize with nature
will man eventually destroy his domain
what is the true meaning of armageddon
were all humans born with the mark of Cain
can we be content with the mundane
shall we let peace cry out to heaven
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“. . .criticism is to poetry
as air is to a noise:
it allows it to be heard;
and even if we can’t see it
or feel it, it is there,
shaping how we hear.”
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~ Annie Finch
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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aroma
wafting through
the open window
nature’s most fragrant perfume
jasmine
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Haiku:
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morning dew befalls
hiding natures fall colors
tears dried by the sun
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Poem:
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poetry is prayer and meditation
asking for guidance without citation
hearing answers, God’s narration
experience guides how you think
inspiration supplies the missing link
words that make the writer look prink
when facing a blank sheet of paper
don’t argue with the Great Creator
just trust the ultimate magic maker
words that appear out of the rainbow
sit back, listen, go with the flow
watch the lines begin to grow
oh what pleasure to hear the rhyme
heavenly bells begin to chime
word pictures become poetry sublime
everyone is a poet they say
each in their own very unique way
just sit, write and pray
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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