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“The purpose of poetry
is to remind us /
how difficult it is
to remain
just one person…”
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― Czesław Miłosz
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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dexterous
many hats
will try anything
with multi faceted personality
confused
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Haiku:
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morning chill brings fog
fall colors portend winter
mother natures sleep
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Poem:
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The mind is the key
To a Higher Power I plea
I am but a steward of theUni-verse
Deigned not to do the perverse
Mother nature to protect
Nor my body to neglect
Acknowledging that the soul dwells
beautifully adorned in light pastels
In the heart of all who pray
For however long or short their stay
The mind is the enigma
Choices are what grow the stigma
The mind must humbly respect
So that the body and soul will reflect
A life that could not be any greater
A life that is worthy of the Creator
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ME and the Boss
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“Poetry is
a mirror
which makes
beautiful
that which is
distorted”
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― Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Elfje: (also know as a Cinquain)
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wavy
fun house
jump, squat, laugh
mirror on the wall
distorted
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Haiku:
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snow capped mountain peak
sparkling crystals blinding light
wafting spring zephyrs
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Poem:
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poetry is a form of meditation
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the mind searches for a word
the word becomes the idea
at first the meaning is blurred
seeking a mental panacea
the poet holds up his mirror
he searches for the light needed to reflect
striving to make the pictures clearer
the image and the words he seeks to connect
in his minds eye the story grows
people and places take their roles
is it going to be rhyming or will it be prose
like pilots the words work the controls
will his story continue on into infinity
always hoping for the happy ending
can he find the conclusion skillfully
only his ego knows that he was just pretending
listening to natures nocturnal music
wading through a surf warm gentle
his lyric poetry becomes therapeutic
the imagination is moved to the transcendental
is the emotional ride for the reader or the writer
when the story ends like the triumphant bullfighter
ME and the Boss
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