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A poem
is never finished,
only abandoned.
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~ Paul Valery
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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left
gone away
nobody at home
only spirits rapping, tapping
alone
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Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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how much do I love
who decides when it’s too much
feelings in balance
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Poem:
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celebrating the holidays
historical events that we praise
a day for families to get together
always praying for good weather
for some families it is the patriarch
for others cultures it is the matriarch
hopefully the clan has a funny court jester
and in this corner the prudish aunt Esther
stories retold year after year
hugs and kisses, much good cheer
kindness and love makes it quite right
sober families never have a big fight
favorite recipes and desserts galore
keeps everyone coming back for more
children and adults playing a game
the winner gets bragging rights to claim
day is done, no one wants to leave
the time flew like you can’t believe
each and all clamoring for next years encore
memories to keep for evermore
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“Poetry is
the art of
uniting pleasure
with truth.”
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― Samuel Johnson
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Elfje:
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noise
vulgar speech
display of ignorance
oaths among the stupid
swearing
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Haiku:
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God lives forever
time measured by the light year
man’s life but a blink
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Poem:
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can I tell a lie
grandiose ego I
makes me want to cry
the morals which I defy
Mother taught me right
the church made me fear sin
the commandments I thought were trite
it was always more important to win
t’was instant gratification that I sought
never dreamt of the consequence
tried every sin that could be bought
the highs were far above common sense
struck sober by a God incident
was almost restored to sane thinking
the addiction was false imprisonment
controlled by habits that were stinking
to thine own self be true
a better way of living
a Higher Power to see me through
enjoying a life I thought was missing
I cannot tell a lie
I no longer want to be that bad guy
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