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“All things created
have an order
in themselves,
and this begets
the form that
lets the universe
resemble God.”
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~ Dante Alighieri
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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God
an image
an individual concept
personal belief
Creator
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Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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the death of a spouse
impossible to explain
emotions denied
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Poem:
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he loved everything
he overused and abused the word
how can one love a bee sting
his love had become absurd
a beautiful soul taught him to like
appreciate became a new guideline
a new kindness invaded his psych
love was the tingling up and down his spine
he learned to hesitate before he judged
the single label ‘love’ did no longer work
another’s passion he no longer begrudged
he discovered a real life and love was a perk
for the rest of his life he spread the joy
admonishing others not to misuse the word love
he encouraged kindness the most to employ
to share the compassion we receive from above
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ME and the Boss
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“Still must the poet as of old,
In barren attic bleak and cold,
Starve, freeze, and fashion verses to
Such things as flowers and song and you;
Still as of old his being give
In Beauty’s name, while she may live,
Beauty that may not die as long
As there are flowers and you and song.”
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― Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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words
in rhyme
from the heart
loves lived and lost
poetry
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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bullies everywhere
much anger
selfish and needy
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Poem:
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wildflowers blooming beside the road
beauty by Mother Nature sowed
bird and bee feast on flower and seed
arrogant man coined the word weed
colors to compete with the perfect rainbow
a verdant lush covers the yonder meadow
how much we miss speeding along at sixty
you failed to see the wave of the garden pixie
a good sneeze clears the nose of the pollen
mud puddles were made for children to play in
sadly all of the eyes are glued to the video screen
selfies galore as they practice being the drama queen
if they only knew that evolution will always win
that wildflowers and weeds survived the original sin
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ME and the Boss.
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