Monthly Archives: May 2017

Nerves

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“One must

read poetry

with one’s

nerves.”

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― Wallace Stevens

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Elfje:   (Cinquain)

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feel

the rhythm

the earth speaks

mother nature waxes poetic

sinews

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Haiku:

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rainbows perfect arc

leading to the pot of gold

puddles and flowers

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Poem:

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thank you soldier

I live a life or ease

with epaulets upon your shoulder

my freedom is your guarantee

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from the American Revolution

to today’s police action

you defend the Constitution

democracy your sanction

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only one day a year we celebrate you

that effort certainly pales compared to what you do

today we thank you on our blog

hoping it will become an eternal epilogue

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Thanks to all who sacrificed and all who serve.

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ME and the Boss

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What Does It Mean

 

“all they want to do is tie

the poem to a chair with rope

and

torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose

to find out what it really means.”

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― Billy Collins

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Elfje:

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possibly

the truth

the whole truth

lying cops a plea

confession

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Haiku:

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no silence in spring

natures chorus seeking mates

music to God’s ear

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Poem:

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motives; body, mind and soul

as mysterious as a black hole

our wants and needs mostly ego driven

justification by purposeful commission

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deep inside is it nurture or nature

character or appearance a portraiture

the sickest act like a magic chameleon

memory and events destined for oblivion

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those who can”t teach or become a politician

common sense does in no way improve cognition

the unethical shrink seeks a plausible explanation

the healthy see only the mentally deranged aberration

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the simple mind deduces that there is no rhyme or reason

so sad that politically incorrect could be construed as treason

history repeats and human nature again is wrong

what remains will be left to the elements, the strong.

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ME and the Boss

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