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“Talent is a faucet.
When it is on,
one must write.
Inspiration is a farce
that poets have invented
to give themselves
importance.”
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~ Jean Anouilh
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Elfje:
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poetry
begats itself
words need partners
imagined images made real
inspired ( or is that “talented” ? ? )
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Haiku:
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cold north’rn clipper
winter descends abruptly
natures call to sleep
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Poem:
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happy eyes say glad to see ya
the smile echoes the feeling
wonderful greetings that shout aha
the giggles, the laughs, the squealing
so we don’t speak the same language
the body knows you’re a friend
being cute does have it’s advantage
the heart doesn’t like to pretend
the warm fuzzies that make memories last
a tender touch that makes two into one
contentment and sentimentality unsurpassed
nothing can ever be lost in translation
who needs words ? ? ?
friends for a day, friends for a lifetime
hate and anger are for the birds
let the moment say, “will you be mine”
have a friend, be a friend, smile
know that sharing makes this life worthwhile
ME and the Boss
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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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