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“The desire
to write
grows with
writing.”
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~ Desiderius Erasmus
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Elfje: (Cinquain) classic: each word only one syllable
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write
to pen
spell words right
print, type, scribe, sign
tell
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Haiku: (5-7-5, nature and seasons the topic)
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the winter earth rest
a season to replenish
a spring feast is next
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Poem:
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the dream so real I could touch it
awoke with a head that was split
in a cold sweat with a hairy tongue
feeling like a miner with black lung
oh the joys of a hangover
by a Mack truck you have been run over
daylight hurts the back of the eyes
every little noise is a big surprise
every hair follicle screaming ouch
pasted by a sweaty T-shirt to the couch
oh God, I swear, never again
from drugs and alcohol I will abstain
until the next time
the devil said I was having fun
if I stick to only beer, wine, vodka, rum
put on a limit to just three or four
remember the oath that I swore
will I ever tire of being sick and tired
of really being sick and tired
what shall I call my bottom
is my problem that uncommon
they say don’t ever forget that last drunk
don’t worry about how low you have sunk
just keep coming back is all they implore
the rewards will be more than you could ever ask for
choices, choices and choices
just listen to the sober voices
learn to live one day at a time
off that couch you will be able to climb
and pray that there will be no next time
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ME and the Boss
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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“I wouldn’t be surprised if poetry –
poetry in the broadest sense,
in the sense of a world filled with
metaphor, rhyme, and recurring
patterns, shapes, and designs –
is how the world works.
The world isn’t logical;
it’s a song.”
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― David Byrne, Bicycle Diaries
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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silent
invisible waves
nothing to hear
song of the universe
love
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Haiku:
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blessed tradition
celebrating the harvest
appreciation
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Poem:
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poetry is a song
rhyming, lyrical, meant to be sung
meant to educate, to entertain
to flow easily off of the tongue
some aimed at the masses strong
others too obscure to mean anything
best are those with which you can hum along
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poetry is a song
striking its chords on heart and nerve
for the writer it can be anything they want
for the reader a brand new learning curve
ideas that dance, words that prance
somber and dark or fluffy cloud light
best are those whose theme is romance
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poetry is a song
stories that live as long as the language does
heroes and villains, the abused and the innocent
whatever it was and always how it is
some do their work even though rhymeless
God said they all needed to be written
the best, the best are those that are timeless
ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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― David Byrne, Bicycle Diaries
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