Whatever It Is

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“I am solitary

as grass.

What is it I miss?

Shall I ever find it,

whatever it is?”

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~ Sylvia Plath

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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stupid

can’t learn

memorized by rote

having not yet learned

ignorant

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Haiku:

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bright lightning flashes

loud thunder claps following

furious wind gust

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Poem:

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It goes, whatever It is.
It will go on without me.
It is life, the quiz.
It is never free.

It is the good question.
It is the dubious answer.
It is the impression.
It is the brain power.

if I caught It
what would I do with It
life is such a nebulous It
living is to enjoy It

It comes.
It goes.
is It a plan from a Higher Source
It is whatever you want It to be

tag – – – your It

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ME and the Boss

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About A Poem

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“It’s not easy

to write a poem

about a poem.”

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~  Dejan Stojanovic

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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pleasant

completely satisfactory

groovy, peachy keen

top of the world

copacetic

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Haiku:

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tornado touch down

wind devastates everything

natures violent side

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Poem:

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love                                                                                         hate
everything                                                                       nothing
be very grateful                                              despise the Devil
journey with the flow                          resist the ugly negative
seek the peace and serenity    do the will of a Higher Power
be patient and tolerant                      forgive but don’t forget
think only positive                                        know compassion
heart and                                                                      mind and
soul                                                                                        body

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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