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A Dormant Poet

“Know that there

is often hidden

in us a dormant poet,

always young and alive.”

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~ Alfred De Musset-Pathay 

Elfje: Cinquain

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hibernating

nature sleeping

frozen in time

all the world quiescent

dormant

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Senryu:

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fear made him strike out

it was mock sabre rattling

feigned anger and rage

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Poem:

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glorious flights of fantasy
having fun ignoring reality
this world is just too damn serious
everyone trying to solve the mysterious

was it a giggle or was it a snicker
candy is dandy but liquor is quicker
only the normal claim to be normal
you must be a God to say you’re immortal

every day is a good day for a party
just ask the big pooka named Harvey
no reason is ever needed to celebrate
all that is required is a few people to congregate

it is the happier occasions we love to keep
all those things and a good nights sleep
double the fun, lets have a tag team match
just remember where they put the escape hatch

having so much fun, wish this could go on forever
if not, we’ll quote the granddaughter, “Whatever.”

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ME and the Boss

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 pooka, a benign but mischievous creature from Celtic mythology.
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Harvey is a 1950 American comedy-drama film starring James Stewart and Josephine Hull.
The story centers on a man whose best friend is a pooka named Harvey, a 6 ft 3+12 
tall invisible white rabbit.

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No Other Rule

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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

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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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