The humans found
She stood her ground
When asked to the ball
She had given her all
Constructed a gown just perfect for her
Sure it would impress and cause their allure
But when she walked in some started to swoon
Even if she was the prettiest in the room!
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The balloon vendor bent to retrieve his bag and felt the pain of standing on the corner all day since sunrise. It was another day of receiving a paltry amount of money, but probably enough to feed him for the night. He then hurried down the street to find the line to the shelter long, again.
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Easily written on paper
Formed from an imaginative mind
With plenty of ink on ancient parchment
Scratched beautifully with a calligraphy styled pen
Easily crafted words professing your love
Promises so artfully scribed
Easily believed then, in the moment
If only they were true.
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http://dversepoets.com/2022/03/21/quadrille-148-papered-poems/
douse me with water
your touch sets me on fire
please pour on the ice
cool the passionate feelings
before I burst into flames
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Joe thought he was talented, even versatile, in his abilities, much better than standard contestants. The twenty mile hike was nothing compared to his usual daily excursions, hence his confident appearance at the rally. Of course that was before he spotted the buxom blonde jogger coming up on his left. He stared a bit too long, tripped over a small stick and broke his ankle. He looked up to see her glance back and wink.
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The setting can be nature, a favorite season, or some event of your day. Something, as I mentioned above that can be contemplative in nature.
Within each of the three lines there is usually a pause. You can hear it in the example below. The bold sections are the parts after the pause, or at least as I read/hear them. Reading your Sijo out loud will help with using the correct form.
The following example is considered the oldest Sijo in existence,
The spring breeze melted snow on the hills then quickly disappeared.
I wish I could borrow it briefly to blow over my hair
And melt away the aging frost forming now about my ears.
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Autumn leaves so beautiful on trees, fall gently to the ground
Misty feelings as the breeze shifts them, quietly to their death
Nature’s way intentionally done, seasons will start anew.
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He brews “coffee so manly it makes me want to go out, chop wood and wear a flannel shirt” – Jonathan Maberry
It was, to the little girl, an ordinary day. Julie’s mother sent her out to the yard to play while she did the ironing. Being eight months pregnant with her third child, ironing took its toll and frequent trips to the bathroom left a hot iron in a dangerous position.
Julie was delighted, loved being free in the yard to play. Her imagination soared as she placed the various rocks and pebbles around on the table. She was serving tea to her imaginary friends.
What was not noticed by her was a threatening skull moving slowly sneaking up behind her, watching. She only let out one small scream but that was not heard by her mother.
Time’s up😲
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Loud explosions being heard
Small ears cannot seem to comprehend
Fear seen in their parents’ faces
Shuffled along in lines
For water, food, no bedrooms to sleep in
War looms and makes living nightmares
For reasons they don’t understand.
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The Bag Lady 
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