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Sweet Solitude

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“Crowded places,

I shunned them

as noises too rude

And fled to

the silence of

sweet solitude.”

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~ John Clare

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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solitude

thinking nothing

alone within myself

listening for God’s answers

meditation

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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music everywhere

while asleep

sugar plums dancing

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Poem:

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he could identify most of his habits
to him they were mostly good
just a series of mental acrobatics
wouldn’t change them if he could

he finally discovered some glaring bad ones
he was sick and tired of being sick and tired
it was time to face the music, to bring out the big guns
he hesitated, ever daunted by the work required

procrastination, the habits just grew bigger
desperation, was this another family  curse
justification, he could live with them a little bit longer
exacerbation, he was just making things worse

too many times to count, he tried again
he tried being a friend to gain a friend
his superior ego said everyone is insane
they all have their motives and to what end

finally, one lonely soul didn’t hang up
they determined they had some things in common
neither had ever won a loving cup
bad experiences they wish they had forgotten

his friend said you can lie to me, I don’t care
it’s your bad habit , trying to please me
however, stop lying to yourself, it is not fair
besides, you are just not my cup of tea

but the old habit kept pushing the friend away
he learned the talk, but not the walk
he needed to learn how to correctly pray
expectations were keeping his soul in hock

his final story has yet to be written
his beginning is living one day at a time
the steps to change he has been given
sanity guaranteed if he will only make the climb

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ME and the Boss

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Cheer

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“A poet is

a nightingale,

who sits in darkness

and sings to cheer

its own solitude

with sweet sounds.”

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~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Troiku

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the rainy season
thunder and lightening daily
swamps are being born

the rainy season
daylight goes from long to short
warm oceans give birth

raining cats and dogs
thunder and lightening daily
life’s vital water

Mother Natures gifts
the Great Creators bounty
swamps are being born

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ME and the Boss

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* A creative alteration of the original Troiku form.
In this form the second stanza shares the first line of the original haiku.
The second line is the middle line of the third stanza.
The third line is the last line in the last section

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