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It Is There

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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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Been There, Done That

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“I have been here before,

But when or how I cannot tell:

I know the grass beyond the door,


The sweet keen smell,


The sighing sound,

the lights around the shore.

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Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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Elfje:      (Cinquain)

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remember

time when

love was young

hearts beating as one

reminisce

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

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feelings yesterday

a ghost haunting tomorrow

don’t forget today

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Poem:

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so many poems not written
great thoughts too so forgotten
subliminal meanings well hidden
noble ideas that refuse to listen

masterpieces that appear in a dream
a tale that will fill a voluminous tome
a new twist on an ancient scheme
to many a reader it may strike home

the poem has a mind of its own
once begun, it goes to the rhyme
using words the writer has known
no fifty centers, some just a dime

sitting with writing paraphernalia at hand
the page an empty space staring back
trying to remember that great grand strand
nothing but static playing on the soundtrack

every topic appears to have been used and abused
love, war, voyage, nature, failure, success
addled, confused, the poor brain bemused
praying to the poetry God’s who are due a redress

who knew that the poem was addicted to itself
time to put this pathological idea up on a shelf

 

 

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