Because We Can

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‘We write

for the same reason

that we walk, talk,

climb mountains or

swim the oceans –

because we can….

that’s why we dare

to love someone –

because we have the impulse

to explain who we are.”

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~ Maya Angelou

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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come

to me

let’s be free

do what we please

go

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Haiku:

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stuck between seasons

what to wear is confusing

hot, cold, breezy, calm

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Poem:

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choices, to laugh or to cry
don’t ask me why

judged to be good or bad
you may jiggle the doodad

color me black or white
good night, out of sight

my sides are right and left
stay away from the cuckoos nest

living in a world that makes no sense
too many bodies that won’t give two cents

souls languishing in a netherland limbo
identities sought by becoming a pinko

everyone shouting, nobody listening
senses numbed by negative conditioning

whatever will become of this world
flags of unborn nations yet unfurled

is there a solution to the puzzle
will there be an end to the trouble

will man forever have to live in fear
will there be a mother left to wipe away the tear

pray that tomorrow the sun will rise
that peace will be restored by the wise

that man will live to be civilized
that no soul will be disenfranchised

harmony, goodwill and friendship will prevail
just believe in a real fairytale

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ME and the Boss.

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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Not Quite Right

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“You see,

I am a poet,

and not quite right

in the head,

darling.

It’s only that.”

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~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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crazy

not right

aren’t we all

simply to what degree

left

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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ponder this topic

who’s insane

pot called kettle black

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Poem:

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if your in need of a good laugh
check out your yearbook photograph
whatever were we thinking then
like we knew every how and when

my oh my how the time goes past
for too many it is short and fast
the fortunate followed a long straight path
for some there was little left in the aftermath

the smart learn from their own mistakes
relying on luck to make their breaks
the wise learn from the mistakes of others
if only we would have listened to our mothers

children no longer listen to learn
parents too busy to show their concern
too many good lessons left on the bookshelf
they need to learn that history does repeat itself

Roman, Ottoman and Habsburg, they all collapsed
the age old argument on who should be taxed
history used to be written by the winners
today, twitter is writing it before it happens

it’s the future generations success that they are spending
I pray o’ Lord, let me see a happy ending

 

 

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ME and the Boss.

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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