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“Life’s
too short.
Start
with Dessert!”
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~ Barbra Streisand
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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start
first course
but who counts
glad to be here
end
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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planning tomorrow
trying not to make God laugh
learning the lesson
lucky is being prepared
to meet opportunity
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Poem:
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dreaming of things that will never be
people, places and riches that I will never see
positions of power that I could never achieve
feats of glory that no one would ever believe
always content to just be little old me
enjoying a life that is simple, carefree
almost on the verge of being complacent
doing my best to try everyone’s patience
if the questions wrong there is no answer
like why is hate such a ruinous cancer
the right question is who do you love
the answer should be everyone and God above
deliberately avoiding any philosophy
friends are those who share in honesty
enjoying the Creators grand design
sunrise, sunset, every one a beautiful shrine
both young and old go forth to seek peace
may your love of mankind never cease
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“Music resembles poetry,
in each are nameless graces
which no methods teach,
and which a master hand
alone can reach.”
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― Alexander Pope
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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melodic
fingers dance
strings respond accordingly
tuned instrument, dynamic virtuoso
piano
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Haiku:
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sunrise muted haze
the master hand of nature
sunset brilliant blaze
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Poem:
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dimpled dancer Lilly
acting kind of silly
with talents endowed
excited the saloon crowd
ambition consumed her
practiced becoming a poseur
married to gain status
climbed upon the political apparatus
power became her passion
her persona she did refashion
she changed her name to Hillary
her soul bought by the big artillery
her ego convinced her she had won
she actually believed she was a nun
the electorate saw through her scam
she failed in their final exam
there is more yet to unfold
will the true story ever be told
has her foundation received its last donation
will what she deserves ever come to fruition
maybe she should just become Lilly again
and cease giving everyone a rectal pain
stop being the pot calling the kettle black
time to give Bill his deserved kickback
Gulliver struggled with the lilliputian
American’s their moral prostitution
how will democracy ever survive
surly it will not be by watching The Five
religious or not , say a prayer
hope will find a cure . . . somewhere
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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