“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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ME and the Boss
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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
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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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