Tag Archives: rhyme

What You Really Think

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“Poetry is not an expression

of the party line.

It’s that time of night,

lying in bed,

thinking

what you really think,

making the private world public,

that’s what the poet does.”

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~ Allen Ginsberg

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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private

my story

who I am

what I want to be                   (One too many … but who cares ? ? ?)

personal

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Haiku:

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rain, rain go away

come again some other day

today’s game is called

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Poem:    mother’s day

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mother always said
there is no such thing as free
she always knew what was in my head
she even knew when I had to pee

mothers intuition I later learned
passed on from mother to mother
with our welfare she was concerned
gifts of love we learned to give one another

the neighborhood hot line was very speedy
she knew what was done before we got home
no need in trying to be sneaky
she said she heard it from the garden gnome

her artistic touch brightened our world
stories about us made the grandchildren laugh
the time when aunt Mickey had our hair curled
memories shared with an old photograph

mothers deserve more than one day
cherish yours while you still can
know that hers is a price we can never repay
love doesn’t work on the installment plan

love is not free, so we all must work for it
when in doubt, just copy your mother’s wit

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ME and the Boss.

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Above The Willow

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“Amory took to writing poetry

on spring afternoons,

in the gardens of the big estates

near Princeton,

while swans made effective atmosphere

in the artificial pools,

and slow clouds sailed harmoniously

above the willow.”

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― F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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synergistically

as one

together we stand

birds of a feather

harmoniously

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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)

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addicted to love

narcissistic character

unhealthy self love

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Poem:  Ecstasy

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floating in another dimension
viewing life with condescension

things not controlled, ignored
never consider being bored
very little that needs to be restored

life is such a nebulous It
what would you do without It
can one forgive and forget It
believe that some are counterfeit

who plans one’s life journey
could each decision use an attorney
are blessings only for those who are worthy

who controls our destiny
fake it until you make it, ecstasy

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ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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