The Ink That Writes

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“Language has not

the power to speak

what love indites

The soul lies buried

in the Ink that writes”

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~John Clare, The Later Poems 1837-1864

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Elfje:      (Cinquain)

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bells

a warning

a joyful celebration

a call to prayer

chimes

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Haiku:

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sun baked mud puddles

recycling God’s miracle

rain from gathered clouds

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Poem:

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the sponge docks are alive,
teeming with visitors, sightseers
the many gift shops trying to survive
pubs making their money on cold beers

the old men selling the sponges
aquariums and boat tours to entertain
local souvenir trinkets by the hundreds
Greek pastries as sweet as sugar cane

the heat keeps the locals inside
air conditioning is an exact science
boaters keep an eye on the tides
squawking gulls breaking the silence

summer vacations bring families galore
welcoming those to the beautiful Gulf shore

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ME and the Boss

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Be Real – Have No Fear

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“The fear of poetry

is an indication

that we are

cut off from

our own reality.”

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― Muriel Rukeyser

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Elfje:

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fear

unknown future

feelings of angst

things you cannot control

reality

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Haiku:

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morning frost and fog

year end season transition

winter comes to call

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Poem:

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all decked out in a Santa outfit
waiting for the children on my lap to sit
trying to catch the magical holiday spirit
to the myth, the legend,  I am an adherent

please dear God don’t let the babies cry
doesn’t the whole world know I’m not a bad guy
potty stop visitors, my knee is not for peeing
joy everyone, even if it is just for the time being

must I be politically correct
can I allow my motives to be circumspect
can I suggest the reason for the season
will the thought police hang me for treason

Ho Ho Ho  … the Holy spirit has caught me
I accept this world as God wants it to be
do what you must to take care of your business
but we can never forget the meaning of Christmas

 

. ME and the Boss