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No Mistakes

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“There is

no poetry

where

there are

no mistakes.”

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― Joy Harjo

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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mistakes

often made

only an artist

does so on purpose

abstract

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Haiku:

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ponds bright reflection

beautiful white lilies bloom

summer sun holds sway

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Poem:

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what lies over the yonder horizon
another sea ruled by Poseidon
forest, desert or snow capped mountain
or possibly that youthful fountain

a skyline that separates earth from sky
the shape is round one cannot deny
for some the future lies in that distant place
the end of the rainbow they do chase

the explorer seeks what is over there
dashing off on a wish and a prayer
hardly a care for what is left behind
hoping a treasure they will find

most souls never notice the horizon
never search the sky for Orion
life is lived right under their nose
the whole world exist under their toes

can you be the poet, the dreamer
the wannabe, the schemer
expand your world, make it widen
search for both sides of the horizon

 

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Of Interest

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“You cannot write for children…

They’re much too complicated.

You can only write books

that are of interest to them.”

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~ Maurice Sendak

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Elfje:           (Cinquain)

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fascinating

imagination piqued

a compelling subject

boys and girls differences

interesting

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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)

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happiness enjoyed
discovered after the fact
blinded by the light

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Poem:                              (puns allowed)

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he was a mighty man the legends say
feet spread wide he could span the bay
lumberjacks said he was the best they ever saw
friend of the mountain lion and the bear
his custom was to appear out of nowhere

they say he stood as high as the redwoods
natives believed he was a child of the gods
for miners he was a man they could really dig
his knack was helping people in distress
he was the guardian angel of the pony express

he helped tame America’s wild wild west
avoiding praise he was forever modest
for the pioneer he was the ultimate trailblazer
he was a very close cousin of Paul Bunyan
descended from a chief of the Chipewyan

he answered to the name of Mighty Mike
there was not a creature he did not like
for the homesteader he was a guiding light
his spirit, they say, still lives in the mountains
gurgling streams and big skies his favorite domains

pay homage to Mike whenever you can
seek peace between nature and the human

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ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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