
“First, I do not
sit down at my desk
to put into verse
something that is
already clear in my mind.
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We do not write
in order to be understood;
we write in order
to understand.” . ~ Cecil Day Lewis
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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who
what, when
where, why, maybe
answers rarely agreed upon
you
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Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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remorse, guilt and shame
negative thoughts on steroids
fuel for depression
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Poem: ( villanelle )
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feelings that are too large to measure
those events that make the heart proud
memories that we will always treasure
ceremonies summoned to mind with pleasure
impressions remembered when on the pink cloud
feelings that are too large to measure
events easily recalled at one’s leisure
always happy to be shared with a crowd
memories that we will always treasure
gratitude and blessings regardless of the weather
more joy than anyone should be allowed
feelings that are too large to measure
the successful life changing great adventure
from the rooftops we shouted aloud
memories that we will always treasure
times that bring friends and family together
emotions with which we all are endowed
feelings that are too large to measure
memories that we will always treasure
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ME and the Boss
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“Where joy
in an old pencil
is not absurd.”
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― May Sarton
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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history
being made
some just yesterday
mostly many years ago
repeats
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Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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wannabe the king
egotism on steroids
self defeating dud
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Poem:
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ideas, ideas, what to write
the poem is not feeling very contrite
reject, too sad, reject, too silly
can we compose using a calla lily
inspiration is everywhere
mostly a wish, sometimes a prayer
does God know what I am thinking
old age, the brain is really shrinking
frustrated by the too many red lights
send me a bucket of bright green sights
most people live in the yellow zone
going through life as a mindless drone
time to throw caution into the wind
reposition the crooked frame of mind
forget the dreary, grab on to the whimsy
believe, Santa does come down the chimney
Milne, Potter, Carroll, Baum and Suess
adults on a children’s level thesaurus
stories that animate many a dream
original builders of a new theme
we know what Poe did for the mystery
in writers parlance the rest is history
is it a mind that big or a mind that wide
that one can imagine beyond the true and tried
is it words or rhyme that must transcend
that allows the poem to have a worthy end
is it the journey, the thinking, that satisfies
or is it maybe a try at the Pulitzer prize
smoke coming from the ears, a true visual sign
the thoughts have crossed the proverbial goal line
time to wrap it up with a big red bow
time to return to reality, the here and now
ciao.
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ME and the Boss
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