216/365 (Anaphora)

I got bored and wrote some, since we get extra credit in English if we do. Not that I need it, but writing poems is rather fun, and me being bored + possible channeling of boredom into something useful... I actually ended up writing five which, according to Mr. King, all fit the "definition," but these two are the most "obvious" ones I guess. Plus they flow better since they rhyme. =P

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Lacking

Tis truly a shame
If one counts the days
If one takes for granted the things that won't stay
If one substitutes feelings with emotions of reason
If one lives indifferently season through season
If one labors and strives and toils without play
If one takes all things seriously, be as they may
If one goes through life always looking ahead
If one is with work forever wed
If one only accuses and never takes blame
If one fails to realize life is partly a game
If one is a train, schedule always on track
If one never discovers the spontaneity one lacks
If one never roams, never dreams, never sees
The true meaning of life beyond money's disease

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Celebration

Each day with so much ceremony begins
With birds and bells and breakfast within
With chirps and Chimes and coffee creams
With sunlight streaming and daylight dreams
With splashes of water on yawning faces
With beams of sunshine in treetop embraces
With fiery heavens of white-gold skies
With the mysteries of night slowly made wise
With the ground of the earth still damp from the dew
With the raven cloth of night lightening its hue
With honeybee humming over fair, fragrant flower
With clouds up above changing by hour
With such a celebration to paint the skies blue
Tis all who marvel who begin world anew