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“The man
with no
imagination
has no
wings.”
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~ Muhammad Ali
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Elfje: (Cinquain) classic: each word only one syllable
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wings
red bird
mate for life
from here to there
fly
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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came to play baseball
World series in the fall
the best head to head
can’t bet against the money
big market teams advantage
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Poem:
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remember the poem with the made up words
emulating e.e. cummings was so absurd
the story about the bird who thought he was bold
the real truth, whole truth, can now be told
the bird had wings but no imagination
we think he was influenced by a strong libation
instead of thinking, he should have flew
that night he was the main ingredient in the stew
now he is part of a real poem with words that rhyme
and the star of a story that is true some of the time
poems that take readers to an imaginary paradise
desert first is peaches and cream with sugar and spice
poetry that puts the mind into motion
the sounds of waves on the shore of the ocean
poetic license to create something new
hopefully read by more than just you
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ME and the Boss
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“Faith is the poetry
of our dreams;
action is the builder
of our reality.”
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~ Steve Maraboli
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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truth
fully evident
cannot be denied
forever etched in stone
reality
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Haiku:
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icy chill, snowflakes
earth being held by winter’s grip
nature hibernates
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Poem:
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sunlight on the wings of a butterfly
summer sounds of bees and birds
nature’s magnificence one cannot deny
all mighty creation to glorify
comparisons at a loss for words
human vision pales inadequate
images that the artist attempt to capture
each and every day a cause to celebrate
God laughs as we try to prognosticate
time to stop thinking, enjoy the rapture
universe reduced to mathematical perfection
wavelengths that color the rainbow
mirror, mirror, whose reflection
emotions the only imperfection
an occasional mind like Leonardo or Thoreau
whose world is this anyway
can there ever be an honest legislature
is there a replacement for religion
does one need faith to file a petition
will man ever harmonize with nature
will man eventually destroy his domain
what is the true meaning of armageddon
were all humans born with the mark of Cain
can we be content with the mundane
shall we let peace cry out to heaven
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