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“One writes a poem
when one is so taken up
by an emotional concept
that one is unable
to remain silent.”
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― Stephen Dobyns
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Elfje:
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feelings
a thought
from the heart
that energizes the body
emotions
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Haiku:
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ashes to ashes
the seasons recycle good
nature never wastes
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Poem:
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Sorry doesn’t cut it
mistakes can be avoided
thinking is not where you sit
excuses among the disappointed
Sorry has a meaning that is right
wretched, poor, useless, or pitiful
the drunken bum was a sorry sight
for many souls this status is typical
Sorry then becomes a choice
to feel regret for someones troubles
or to seek a way out of your patois
excuses to avoid your selfish struggles
Sorry is to be used when you mean it
not spoken to cover your lies
don’t use the word as a habit
to use other words would be wise
and when all else fails
“excuse me” will usually do
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Note: When someone tells me they are sorry,
I usually agree with them, using the right definition.
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“Poetry is an act of peace.
Peace goes into
the making of a poet
as flour goes into
the making of bread.”
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~ Pablo Neruda
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Elfje:
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tranquility
quiet inspiration
the silent universe
God’s opportunity to talk
serenity
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Haiku:
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poems conception
must quiet the noisy mind
let nature inspire
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Poem:
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sitting in the city
listening to the sirens
not a native to these environs
hard to adapt to the nitty gritty
the crime, the violence, such a pity
all is lost, nothing is on the horizons
sitting in the city
listening to the sirens
the news tries to be witty
attempts to shine like diamonds
the truth as remote as far off islands
pretending that all is pretty
sitting in the city
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This form is called a Rondel.
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