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“What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows…”
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~ W.H. Davies
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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time
moon cycles
hot and cold
days grow and wane
seasons
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Haiku:
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thunder and lightning
afternoon grows summer storms
doesn’t cool the air
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Poem:
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what value human emotions
many deeper than the oceans
where mental meets physical
what could be more paradoxical
avoiding the devils who cause angst
those whose cheer comes from the Bronx
seeking to hang out with the angels
like the rich who live down south in Naples (Florida that is)
let’s begin with the family who taught us
let’s hope they didn’t throw us under the bus
then there are those feelings for the opposite sex
for many it is gloom, doom and a terrible hex
should I laugh or should I cry
might I suffer from chronic dry eye
can I live a day without emotions
will my heart suffer a self induced implosion
what should I do if I cannot feel
my senses riding a big ferris wheel
no fear, my emotions and brain are on backwards
I’ve become an expert at cleaning up afterwards
ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“What is this life
so full of care,
We don’t have time
to stand and stare.”
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― W.H. Davies,
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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see
if possible
hear if thinkable
words can become visual
listen
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Haiku:
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in every season
find a moment of quiet
natures time to rest
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Poem:
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the poet was obvious
it was his life story
he sought for the vainglorious
always looking for the right allegory
parents did the best they could
neighborhood tussles and puppy love
school influenced as it should
too short to be heads above
more schooling, mostly party time
learned about sex, his ruin
no ladder of success did he ever climb
selfish, self-centered, never a union
mumble, stumble, hiding in fear content to blend into nothing too proud to ever shed a tear emotions were for the stuffing
blessed by a Higher Power he found there was a solution a great fall from the ivory tower time for penance and retribution
guilt and shame swept off the street humility learned by serving others a transformation totally complete glad to be a part of a band of brothers
finally, just blessed to be so, so average
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ME and the Boss
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