Trop Moche

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“Mon Dieu,

la vie

est par trop

moche.”

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― Aldous Huxley

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my friend, the life is so ugly

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Elfje: Cinquain

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unsightly

really grotesque

just physically repulsive

an appearance beyond horrendous

ugly

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Lune: 3,5,3 syllables (Reversed)

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windy day

tall trees bow their heads

birds fly low

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Poem:

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the imagination is stuck in the routine
the mind is fixated on the black jelly bean
it is and/or is it a bad habit to be lazy
especially for those who are certified crazy

from here the poem took over the writing
just another God incident sighting
the tenor enjoined happy, joyous and free
another beautiful day for everyone to see

gratitude for breathing some fresh air
finding it unnecessary to compare
simply happy to be me and alive
thank God He allowed me to survive

remembering that there is a message to carry
for the sick and suffering the purpose is primary
crazy and lazy can be replaced with good habits
easier than trying to learn the new mathematics

doing the will of a loving Higher Power
securing a room in His ivory tower
the poem said that it was time to finish
I knew when it started to talk in Yiddish

time for the imagination to go back to sleep
the left over words go back into the heap
if I take time to listen the writer will be back
no need to rely on the zodiac

time for the writer and I to rest
next time, as usual, we will try our best.

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.com/

https://michaelerb.wordpress.com/

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It’s Ended

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“How does a poet

know when a poem

is ended?

Because it lies flat, taut;

nothing can be added

or subtracted.”

~ Carol Shields

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Elfje: Cinquain

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one

or two

but not three

no need to count

more

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Haiku:

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the wild universe

natural phenomenon

ever evolving

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Poem:

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good , better, best
another day that God has blessed
new events we call the news
usually something that we do not choose

a good day, nothing happened at all
not even handwriting on the wall
food on the table, the roof stayed up
love overflowed the proverbial cup

a better day, something really nice happened
an incident that no one could have imagined
the post it note for a happy memory
a warm thought for the hearts treasury

the best day, God had better plans than I did
on that day He proved that every pot has a lid
it was the day He introduced me to the one I love
daily I thank the heavens and the God above

blessings for you, may today be your best
may you easily pass every stress test
pray that your silver linings turn to gold
may the love you give be returned two fold

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.com/

https://michaelerb.wordpress.com/

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