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“Like poetry,
in times of intense emotion
the image returns to me.
Like poetry, it stroked
my soul and, by turns,
lulled and stoked my senses.”
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― Lisa St. Aubin de Teran
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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feeling
sixth sense
reaction to events
no need to touch
emotional
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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listening to silence
God speaking
love and devotion
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Poem:
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time to duck into fantasyland
what to do when reality sucks
reality, where everything fun has been banned
and even the the worst will cost you big bucks
let’s all go down the hole and meet the Mad Hatter
a place where there are no lines of race or creed
a land where politically correct doesn’t matter
where victories are won and no one has to bleed
then there are the delightful perks
the chocolate ice cream has no calories
lose weight by thinking about what works
toys run forever, no need for batteries
no greed eliminates the need for police or politics
everyone you meet wears a smile on their face
rewards for everyone with no need to do tricks
taking only what you need, remembering God’s grace
awakened by the boombox thats a mile away
oh what can I do, just hope and pray
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ME and the Boss
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“The crazy thing
about poetry
is how
its simplicity
makes it complicated.”
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― Richelle E. Goodrich
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Elfje:
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faith
more that
you give away
more you will receive
paradox
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Haiku:
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brown fields gently sleep
spring rains awakens their souls
colors shout new life
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Poem:
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winner, winner
chicken dinner
sometimes a win is a loss
a rolling stone gathers no moss
who’s keeping score anyways
are you always seeking praise
if you mind, does it matter
if it matters, should you mind
Geisel thrived on nonsense
who lives in your subconscious
can you say you’re in your right mind
or do you listen to the mind chatter
remember, God knows what you are thinking
is the thinking stinking from too much drinking
blessed to know the things I can change
it is the attitude that we can rearrange
the moral, the lesson, don’t think too much
life is best lived with a soft touch
ME and the Boss
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