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“The poet knows
that he speaks
adequately,
then, only when
he speaks somewhat
wildly.”
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― Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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illusion
minds eye
what could be
listening to the silence
imagination
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Haiku:
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gurgling fountains
pond covered with lily pads
croaking frogs chime in
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Poem:
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why argue,
does anyone remember
how to have a discussion,
debate has become a monologue
arbitration skills long forgotten
ignorance leads to a temper shorten
does he who yells the loudest win
isn’t anger and rage a deadly sin
is it the ego that says we can’t be wrong
is it the will that must be strong
or is it just a deep seated need to dramatize
what does it take to compromise
for some it seems to be just a bad habit
for a covey it’s just another sabbat
an addicts need to be antisocial
paranoia that grows exponential
be wise, keep your mouth shut
a flappy jaw will expose your butt
arguing with the idiot makes you the moron
think outside of the box, be the sharpest crayon
engage the brain before running the mouth
be sure to speak only the truth
if you must argue, for God’s sake
be a humble loser and buy the cake
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ME and the Boss
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