The Flesh Made Word

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“It’s not the

word made flesh

we want in writing,

in poetry and fiction,

but the flesh made

word”
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~ William Gass

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Elfje: (Cinquain) Classic, each word only one syllable.

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word

what’s up

did you hear

can that be true

news

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Tanka: 5,7,5, 7,7 syllables

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love to touch your skin
smooth and warm and exciting
full of cherished life

adore your gentle response
making my love grow stronger

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Poem:

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as he sat where he sat
he became big and fat

as he sat where he sat
he never wore a hat

as he sat where he sat
he became as looney as a bat

as he sat where he sat
his lap was home to his cat

as he sat where he sat
he was accused of being a door mat

as he sat where he sat
he was bitten by many a gnat

as he sat where he sat
his pet was a Norway rat

as he sat where he sat
he would share tit for tat

as he sat where he sat
he was protected by his gat

as he sat where he sat
he drank his wine from a vat

as he sat where he sat
his name was Pat

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The Desire

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“The desire

to write

grows with

writing.”

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~ Desiderius Erasmus

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)    classic: each word only one syllable

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write

to pen

spell words right

print, type, scribe, sign

tell

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Haiku:     (5-7-5, nature and seasons the topic)

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the winter earth rest

a season to replenish

a spring feast is next

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Poem:

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the dream so real I could touch it
awoke with a head that was split
in a cold sweat with a hairy tongue
feeling like a miner with black lung

oh the joys of a hangover
by a Mack truck you have been run over
daylight hurts the back of the eyes
every little noise is a big surprise

every hair follicle screaming ouch
pasted by a sweaty T-shirt to the couch
oh God, I swear, never again
from drugs and alcohol I will abstain

until the next time

the devil said I was having fun
if I stick to only beer, wine, vodka, rum
put on a limit to just three or four
remember the oath that I swore

will I ever tire of being sick and tired
of really being sick and tired
what shall I call my bottom
is my problem that uncommon

they say don’t ever forget that last drunk
don’t worry about how low you have sunk
just keep coming back is all they implore
the rewards will be more than you could ever ask for

choices, choices and choices
just listen to the sober voices
learn to live one day at a time
off that couch you will be able to climb

and pray that there will be no next time

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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