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“Humor is
a prelude
to faith,
and laughter
is the beginning
of prayer.”
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~ Reinhold Niebuhr
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Elfje: (Cinquain) classic: each word only one syllable
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pray
my plea
if you please
may all be fair
grace
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Haiku: (5-7-5, nature and seasons the topic)
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God given seasons
a prayer of gratitude
just go with the flow
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Poem:
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time, time, please slow down Mr. Time . . . .
you are faster than I can rhyme
your speed also made me miss my prime
you look like a mountain that I can never climb
please Mr. Time can you be so kind
promise that you will never leave me behind
I’m trying my best to survive just for today
does it help that you are named when I pray
I do thank you Mr. Time for all of the memories
grateful to have celebrated so many anniversaries
it is my selfish heart that wants so many more
it is not as though I have been keeping score
I apologize Mr. Time for missing the point
today is the day that I must truly anoint
yesterdays and tomorrows can only cloud my view
today I will enjoy your Time looking for what’s new
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ME and the Boss
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“It has been said
by the ancients
that poetry is a
picture without form,
and painting is a
poem with form”
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– HuaI (Song Dynasty)
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Elfje:
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form
or function
words or shapes
art for arts sake
ancient
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Elfje (Cinquain)
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gasp
can’t breathe
trying to survive
everything is black and white
nightmare
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Haiku:
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nature has her form
survival of the fittest
are we included
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Poem:
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flights of fantasy, daydreams
over and over the same unreal themes
the what if I were rich instead of beautiful
dancing, singing, the star of a musical
no morbid thoughts to inspire a poem
wishing the reveries were to be an omen
castles in the air sparked by jealously
life’s decisions handled carelessly
dreams, not goals, wasting life’s precious moment
my lethargy being my own worst opponent
move a muscle, change a thought
maybe today, maybe today, I’ll hit the jackpot
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ME and the Boss
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