No Other Rule

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“Write

what you like;

there is no

other rule.”

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~ O. Henry

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)    classic: each word only one syllable

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joy

some fun

a big thrill

glad to be nice

glee

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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beautiful sky

sun and mist

rainbows everywhere

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Poem:

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looking, lost, trying to find fantasyland
this ugly, smelly reality I cannot stand
transport me to a faraway zone
let me hide by using a clone

let’s create a new space and call it Love
built with the blessings received from above
air and noise pollution may not exist
the sky above always rainbow kissed

soft melodies provided by the birds and the bees
herbal aromas wafting about on a fresh breeze
every trail and path lined with a display floral
the horizon represented by a bucolic mural

a sirens scream, a grieving mothers wail
back to earth, dreams wasted to no avail
a bang and a thud, everything used and abused
only the crazy from this world are excused

to cope, one must adjust the altitude
work hard at keeping a good attitude
let reality suck, if it must
let go, relax, in God you must trust

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ME and the Boss

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The Making

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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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ME and the Boss

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This form is called a Rondel.

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