Tag Archives: seasons

How To

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“How to

Write a Poem

Catch the air

Around the butterfly.”

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― Katerina Stoykova Klemer

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Elfje:   (also know as a Cinquain)

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blink

lightening bugs

warm summers night

caught  in a jar

memories

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Haiku:

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on butterfly wings

dreams and memories fly by

ethereal seasons

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Poem:

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the beautiful garden makes me think

how bright flowers can foster bright thoughts

fountains and feeders for the hummingbird to drink

the whole world dressed in day-glow pink

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the brain is flooded with the aroma of blossom

beautiful butterflies pass through on wings of gossamer

above the blue sky is filled with clouds of cotton

the children’s favorite words are “totally awesome”

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the calm breeze generates thoughts of a catnap

pleasant nothings to hang one’s hat on

the jasmine vine entwines, natures gift wrap

the unsuspecting lured in by the Venus fly trap

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man is the only animal that sees color

meaning Nature designed all this beauty for us

the value is more than just a few sand dollar

the big lesson is: my ego just became smaller

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there is a God and it is not me

Her Universe’s design is so complex

without Him my garden could not be

and best to remember, thank God it is free.

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ME and the Boss

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Into The Abyss

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“He drove his mind

into the abyss

where poetry

is written.”

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― George Orwell

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Elfje:

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mind

over matter

seeing is believing

illusions and skulduggery abound

mysticism

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Haiku

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rivers to oceans

water the essence of life

naming the seasons

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Poem:

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memories lost, memories rekindled

long timers share their stories from hell

their old faces scarred and wrinkled

of wedded bliss and good times they tell

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moments of heroic courage and valor

fox hole prayers hoping to survive

the countries flag their favorite color

what the world was like in forty-five

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the troops their  mighty numbers dwindle

some battles only remembered on library pages

their step and cadence no longer nimble

their cause and effort are one for the ages

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how soon the next generation conveniently forgets

self consumed by their technological advances

will they eventually suffer agonizing regrets

indifference slowly diminishes their chances

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the ego, the super ego, the id, debated

why does man want to destroy humanity

mementos and thoughts of the past desecrated

what will ever end this absurd insanity

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don’t be the lemming, be the voice

when the swamp becomes putrid, pull the plug

hope and faith that there will be a time to rejoice

when all men will be greeted by a loving hug

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history is know to repeat

can the cycle be broken

will Satan suffer defeat

can peace be the only language spoken

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only time will tell

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ME and the Boss

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