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Gushes Poetry

“I opened my veins.

Unstoppably life spurts out

with no remedy.

Now I set out

bowls and plates.

Every bowl will be shallow.

Every plate will be small.

And overflowing their rims,

into the black earth

to nourish the rushes,

unstoppably without cure,  gushes poetry …”

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~ Marina Tsvetaeva

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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shallow

not deep

a transparent person

motives on the surface

superficial

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Haiku:

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on oceans high tides

moon makes its monthly cycle

sailors set their sails

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Poem:

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it’s easy to have an awesome day
just be careful of what you say

be nice to the little old lady next door
guidance from a Higher Power implore
wants or needs, be careful what you ask for

believe that souls exist without colors
healthy children respect their mothers
the happiest treat everyone like brothers
sharing unconditional love with others

be patient with those who are innocent
be tolerant of those who are ignorant
forgive the eclectic who think they are different

just be the person God wants you to be
enjoying a life that is happy, joyous and free

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Comment:

God’s will for me is to: be nice, be loving, be patient, be tolerant,

be forgiving and just be the person He wants me to be.

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Lean Against Black

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“Think of what starlight

And lamplight would lack

Diamonds and fireflies

If they couldn’t

lean against Black. . . .”

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~ Mary O’Neil

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Elfje:              (Cinquain)

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foreground

you see

what could be

for perfect twenty twenty

background

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Haiku:

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seeds by the trillions

healthy sperm and eggs collide

strongest will survive

Senryu:       ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)

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love is in the air

patience and kindness abound

defenses are dropped
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Poem:

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the days become weeks
the weeks become months
years are built upon many truths
especially when the old man speaks

short or long the days become blurs
over the hill
going faster still
contemplating the end fosters fears

learning to enjoy one day at a time
to age resigned
a state of mind
deterioration noticed way past one’s prime

the panacea is having a good belly laugh
doing something to warrant a good epitaph

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ME and the Boss

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