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“If it ain’t
a pleasure,
it ain’t
a poem.”
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― William Carlos Williams
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Elfje:
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read
and write
compose the idea
make the words sing
poetry
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Haiku:
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spring blooms prolific
nature provides the pleasure
melted snow feeds brook
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Poem:
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twinkle, twinkle little star
nursery rhymes written from afar
how I wonder what you are
whose hand was caught in the cookie jar
star light star bright
does heaven only come out at night
can all of my wishes come true tonight
simple pleasures our souls delight
hickory dickory dock
everyone ran from the mouse in the clock
so glad the rodents don’t come in a flock
we’d cut off their tails with a tomahawk
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
got lost while out taking an evening stroll
wonder if he knew about the black hole
time out, snack time, chinese spring roll
And now poor Simple Simon bids you all “Adieu”
he’d come to get you but there is a hole in his canoe
we’ll end this little ditty with a happy thank you
and looking forward to seeing you’ll at (in) the zoo
my pleasure
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ME and the Boss
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“It has been said
by the ancients
that poetry is a
picture without form,
and painting is a
poem with form”
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– HuaI (Song Dynasty)
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Elfje:
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form
or function
words or shapes
art for arts sake
ancient
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Elfje (Cinquain)
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gasp
can’t breathe
trying to survive
everything is black and white
nightmare
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Haiku:
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nature has her form
survival of the fittest
are we included
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Poem:
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flights of fantasy, daydreams
over and over the same unreal themes
the what if I were rich instead of beautiful
dancing, singing, the star of a musical
no morbid thoughts to inspire a poem
wishing the reveries were to be an omen
castles in the air sparked by jealously
life’s decisions handled carelessly
dreams, not goals, wasting life’s precious moment
my lethargy being my own worst opponent
move a muscle, change a thought
maybe today, maybe today, I’ll hit the jackpot
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ME and the Boss
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