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“He was weary of himself,
of cold ideas and brain dreams.
Life a poem?
Not when you went about
forever poetizing
about your own life
instead of living it.”
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~ Jens Peter Jacobsen
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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brain
floating cloud
letting thoughts materialize
mostly selfish, sometimes not
dreams
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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again, in God’s time
Mother Earth wobbles and shakes
ages come and go
man’s feeble concept of time
what’s a million years or so
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Poem:
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can’t carry a tune
my bucket is holy
can’t jump over the moon
everything gets done slowly
only color I can mix is brown
every picture is out of focus
at my best I was a not funny clown
my attempts at writing were atrocious
at school I struggled to be average
mumbling, stumbling, lived a boring life
at work they all used me as leverage
took three tries to get a good wife
can’t figure out rhyme or reason
my best guess is usually wrong
can’t decide on a favorite season
never, ever could I name that song
so I can’t, no reason to be blue
because what I can, is to love you
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ME and the Boss
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