A Dormant Poet

“Know that there

is often hidden

in us a dormant poet,

always young and alive.”

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~ Alfred De Musset-Pathay 

Elfje: Cinquain

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hibernating

nature sleeping

frozen in time

all the world quiescent

dormant

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Senryu:

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fear made him strike out

it was mock sabre rattling

feigned anger and rage

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Poem:

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glorious flights of fantasy
having fun ignoring reality
this world is just too damn serious
everyone trying to solve the mysterious

was it a giggle or was it a snicker
candy is dandy but liquor is quicker
only the normal claim to be normal
you must be a God to say you’re immortal

every day is a good day for a party
just ask the big pooka named Harvey
no reason is ever needed to celebrate
all that is required is a few people to congregate

it is the happier occasions we love to keep
all those things and a good nights sleep
double the fun, lets have a tag team match
just remember where they put the escape hatch

having so much fun, wish this could go on forever
if not, we’ll quote the granddaughter, “Whatever.”

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ME and the Boss

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 pooka, a benign but mischievous creature from Celtic mythology.
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Harvey is a 1950 American comedy-drama film starring James Stewart and Josephine Hull.
The story centers on a man whose best friend is a pooka named Harvey, a 6 ft 3+¹⁄₂ 
tall invisible white rabbit.

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Perfect Sense

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“Many have referred

to [Lewis] Carroll’s

rhymes as nonsense,

but in my childhood world

— Los Angeles in the ’50s

— they made perfect sense.”

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~ Wanda Coleman

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Elfje: Cinquain

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plan

to think

brought to mind

some good, some bad

thoughts

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Senryu:

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crying tears of joy

happy for a friend who cares

good time to have fun

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Poem:

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there was a time , once
he sat in the corner and was called a dunce
not dumb, just that his brain was on backward
his dream was the only thing that mattered

he was introduced to the mind changing alcohol
paper tiger courage, he was no longer small
like Superman, a single leap over the wall
and like a drunk, on his face he did fall

thought he was Don Juan, all the girls did run
his stinking thinking thought that this was fun
on the dance floor he thought he was Fred Astaire
to his partner it was like dancing with a bear

he crossed the line, he needed to drink
justification, reasons, lies were all that he could think
the guilt, shame and remorse were not fun
he was alone, isolated, friends there were none

God had other plans for this soul
a suggestion he received when released on parole
visit a fellowship made up of recovering drunks
a group that found the way out of the dumps

with paper in hand he showed up at the door
the message was that he did not have to feel that way anymore
time quickly passed and he heard just keep coming back
new friends and new thinking kept him on track

he learned, never cured, just a daily reprieve
of a loving Higher Power he came to believe
a living miracle, one of the ten percent
he was no longer the loser or the malcontent

his mission became the spreading of the word
his tale of recovery is what they heard

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ME and the Boss

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