Real Dreams

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“Faith is the poetry

of our dreams;

action is the builder

of our reality.”

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~  Steve Maraboli

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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truth

fully evident

cannot be denied

forever etched in stone

reality

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Haiku:

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icy chill, snowflakes

earth being held by winter’s grip

nature hibernates

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Poem:

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sunlight on the wings of a butterfly
summer sounds of bees and birds
nature’s magnificence one cannot deny
all mighty creation to glorify
comparisons at a loss for words

human vision pales inadequate
images that the artist attempt to capture
each and every day a cause to celebrate
God laughs as we try to prognosticate
time to stop thinking, enjoy the rapture

universe reduced to mathematical perfection
wavelengths that color the rainbow
mirror, mirror, whose reflection
emotions the only imperfection
an occasional mind like Leonardo or Thoreau

whose world is this anyway
can there ever be an honest legislature
is there a replacement for religion
does one need faith to file a petition
will man ever harmonize with nature

will man eventually destroy his domain
what is the true meaning of armageddon
were all humans born with the mark of Cain
can we be content with the mundane
shall we let peace cry out to heaven

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ME and the Boss

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Bad Poets

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“We talk

so abstractly

about poetry

because all of us

are usually

bad poets.”

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― Friedrich Nietzsche

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Elfje:

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words

picture painted

ideas and opinions

verses now being created

poem

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Haiku: (In reverse 7-5-7,  only the bad poet takes poetic license.)

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the babbling brook speaks volumes

fed by winter snows

rushing down to the ocean

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Poem:   Highly Overrated  (My attempt at writing a bad poem)

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a stream of conscience
writing what appears
in the minds eye
not seeking the rhyme or why
just giving the feelings
wings that can or may be attached
to the time and place of their origins

coming up for air
catching another breath
before diving again into
the unconscious realm of
smokey clouds, that on passing
allow glimpses of sunlight and clarity
to peak through

drifting along on the pleasant dreams,
fantasies that makes this world bearable,
trying to ignore the necessary formalities,
meditating in silence as the
world passes me by,
alas, reality is very very highly overrated . . .

Moral: Don’t take yourself too seriously.

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ME and the Boss

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