“I opened my veins.
Unstoppably life spurts out
with no remedy.![]()
Now I set out
bowls and plates.
Every bowl will be shallow.
Every plate will be small.
And overflowing their rims,
into the black earth
to nourish the rushes,
unstoppably without cure, gushes poetry …”
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~ Marina Tsvetaeva
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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shallow
not deep
a transparent person
motives on the surface
superficial
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Haiku:
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on oceans high tides
moon makes its monthly cycle
sailors set their sails
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Poem:
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it’s easy to have an awesome day
just be careful of what you say
be nice to the little old lady next door
guidance from a Higher Power implore
wants or needs, be careful what you ask for
believe that souls exist without colors
healthy children respect their mothers
the happiest treat everyone like brothers
sharing unconditional love with others
be patient with those who are innocent
be tolerant of those who are ignorant
forgive the eclectic who think they are different
just be the person God wants you to be
enjoying a life that is happy, joyous and free
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Comment:
God’s will for me is to: be nice, be loving, be patient, be tolerant,
be forgiving and just be the person He wants me to be.
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ME and the Boss
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“Secretly, deep down,
everybody on Earth
believes they can
write poetry,
apart from the members
of the Poets’ Guild,
who know they can’t.”
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― K.J. Parker
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Elfje:
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join
the guild
become a member
do what you can
artisan
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Haiku:
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the lakes calm surface
boats gently drifting along
summer welcomes peace
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Poem:
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just another day
attempting some frenetic foreplay
happenings in the life of the ordinary
pretending to be the good fairy
trying to justify their existence
never ever going the entire distance
their immutable style is passe
off to church every Sunday
one never expects the corollary
high school sweethearts they did marry
always following the path of least resistance
years of mostly compatible coexistence
only their preacher knows how to pray
a few sad hearts when they passed away
to good morals they were never contrary
the quality of life is usually arbitrary
happy to live a life of adequate subsistence
those remembered gave the most assistance
to the piper we all must pay
never ever overextend your stay
from the straight and narrow we must not vary
the easiest target hit is the one that is stationary
to be extraordinary exercise some gnarly persistence
while pretending to be the poet laureate in residence
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