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When Combined

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“Music, when combined

with a pleasurable idea,

is poetry;

music, without the idea,

is simply music;

the idea, without the music,

is prose,

from its very definitiveness.”

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― Edgar Allan Poe

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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prose

no rhyme

very little reason

random thoughts, random words

didacticism *

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Haiku:

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seasons wet or dry

the tropics endless summer

muggy hot or hot

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Poem:           6 x 3 + 2    aab ccb ddb eeb ffb ggb  hh

metaphors style his writing
his stories always very exciting
stubborn, he sticks to his ways

his art filled with symbolism
he never reacts to criticism
his thoughts radiate like golden rays

his thinking ignores the obvious
he walks the fine edge of notorious
when finished, that is where it stays

pleasures inferred by use of innuendos
readers view through clouded windows
past or future, he never counted in days

eventually was forever his ultimate goal
leading the gullible down the rabbit hole
his best genre was theatrical plays

he was quite prolific for many decades
he used every trick except for charades
his attitude was to do whatever pays

kudos to the writers who can stick to their guns
those  who can tell a story without using puns

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ME and the Boss

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*didacticism; designed or intended to teach.

 didactic poetry; the intent to convey instruct and inform

as well as to provide pleasure and entertainment.

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The Spontaneous Overflow

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“Poetry is

the spontaneous overflow

of powerful feelings:

it takes its origin

from emotion recollected

in tranquility.”

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~ William Wordsworth

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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loud

ear piercing

rapping, banging, pulsating

oversized car audio system

obnoxious

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Haiku:

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morning chill no frost

cold air moves towards tropics

winter ebbs and flows

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Poem:

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Tranquillity, serenity , peace, quiet and calm
destroyed by the horrific moron next door
there is no app for that on my favorite dot.com
instincts have been reduced to pacing the floor

Something is trying to teach me a lesson
can’t see the value in patience and tolerance
learning the two step to avoid depression
praying to God to rid me of this annoyance

Is this a new game, what’s it called
war, battle, shoot, maim, destroy
can’t figure out why no one is appalled
to the mentally disturbed it’s more than a toy

The console a babysitter with no parental control
addictive behaviors being fine tuned
rapidly disappearing down the rabbit hole
to a life of failure they are surely doomed

A grateful heart will never be jealous
but for the grace of a Higher Power
protect those who you value precious
don’t let the insane destroy your ivory tower

Every day will hold at least one blessing
smile, it keeps them guessing.

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ME and the Boss.

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