Sweet Afton

“Flow gently, sweet Afton,

amang thy green braes,

Flow gently, sweet river,

the theme of my lays;

My Mary’s asleep

by thy murmuring stream,

Flow gently, sweet Afton,

disturb not her dreams.”

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~ Robert Burns

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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dreams

wanna be

what could be

aiming for the future

ambitions

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Haiku:

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snow, sleet, freezing rain

winter showing no mercy

best to stay indoors

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Poem:

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he dreamt he lived among the pirates
his whole life being guided by Polaris
living fantasies mixed in with reality
things learned sitting on his fathers knee

enjoying his life, no envy of others
being himself since he had his druthers
learned of consequences with some hard lessons
scars that left many lasting impressions

his inspiration was the challenge of change
loves won, loves lost, a love that became estranged
the obvious guided his best decisions
experience provided the best supervision

for him there is room to know, room to grow
for him a time to reach for the next plateau

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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Sweetly Played

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“My love is like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June:

My love is like the melody

That’s sweetly played in tune.”

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~ Robert Burns

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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tune

musical creation

voice or instrument

pleasing the savage soul

melody

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

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celebrate your soul

where compassion arises

thoughts that make one whole

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Poem:

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headache from the rap music
a generation to be hard of hearing
definitely not thinking lucid
only to the most primal endearing

trying to exercise some tolerance
watching the noise flaunt their money
trying to ignore their arrogance
so too serious that it is almost funny

tattoos crying I have no self esteem
what’s with the pants down to the knees
negativity, hate and killing a major theme
a vocabulary that doesn’t include thank you or please

whatever happened to decent moral values
with less gratitude they expect more
it seems that the shock value is what really sells
words and actions almost impossible to ignore

respect is demanded, never earned
banging, clanging rap is even in the commercials
sitting at the red light all heads are turned
twenty four seven they live in the rehearsals

thank God electronics have saved the oldies
what is gold and platinum shall never tarnish
styles of music that won’t ever need apologies
listening to sweet melodies that most can cherish

tunes you can hum, words that convey love
maybe even a beat that you can dance to
poetic lyrics sung by angels from above
patience, the evil shall meet their waterloo

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ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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