From A Vernal Wood

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“One impulse from a vernal wood

May teach you more of man,

Of moral evil and of good,

Than all the sages can.”

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~ William Wordsworth

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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sages

know everything

experience the teacher

some creations mysteries solved

experts

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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)

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beautiful artist

sees Creators handiwork

a minds reflection

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Poem:

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alas, that man no longer learns
what Nature so gladly teaches
how survival of the fittest turns
a slow evolution of our features

nature has been displaced by city jungles
man’s attitude influenced by race and religion
majority of concerns regard daily struggles
billions ignorant about nuclear fission

pollution encroaches upon Walden’s pond
oceans clogged by plastic litter
stupid believes the cure is a government bond
or maybe the magic of a presidential twitter

Chicago’s sounds come from gunshots
birds gave up singing long ago
San Francisco’s sanctuary is tied in knots
innocent victims and narcotics dough

Paris riots over global warming
religious radicals causing much woe
Los Angeles is draining the Colorado
extremist need to go with the flow

today is your chance to cure the burn
breath deep, breath slow
find a bad habit to overturn
learn from nature which way to go

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ME and the Boss

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Few Words – Big Picture

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“I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills

When all at once I saw a crowd

A host of golden daffodils

Beside the lake beneath the trees

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”

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― William Wordsworth

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Elfje:        (Cinquain)

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grow

become more

recycle the image

nose to the grindstone

prosper

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Haiku:

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unseasonable

extreme swings in temperatures

can’t believe forecast

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Poem:

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few words – big picture
lyrical poetic mixture
brilliant fields of wildflowers
backyard’s vibrant bowers

could I see with x-ray
what would the secrets display
what if the walls could really talk
could I write music if my last name were Bach

picture this, picture that
was Ethel actually a true blue dingbat
does silver paint a picture that is cold
all that glitters could be fool’s gold

is this world an optical illusion
what we dream is a foregone conclusion
focus is a verbal and visual delineation
confusion is a major conglomeration

while the carny draws the caricature
the poem is the really true big picture

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ME and the Boss

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