A Constant Evasion

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“Poetry may make us from time to time

a little more aware of the deeper,

unnamed feelings which form

the substratum of our being,

to which we rarely penetrate;

for our lives are mostly

a constant evasion of ourselves.”

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~ T.S. Eliot

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Elfje:

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concealed

straight faced

no emotional display

real men don’t cry

secrets

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Haiku:

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the air starts to warm

joyfully awaiting spring

earth’s annual rebirth

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Poem:

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if you really knew me
you would not like me
for that reason I hid me
I could never ever let me be me

I once thought I had a feeling
it sent my little mind reeling
with reality I was not dealing
my inner self I was concealing

learned to hide with a little libation
dealt with life using indifferent placation
God offered me a spiritual revelation

honesty started with self education
peeling away the layers of guilt and shame
learned to not use the word blame
growing up was my primary aim

learned to listen and the answers came
the old emotional defenses die hard
the disease is armed with a devious canard
borrowed a few suggestions from the sober old guard

I employ a Higher Power as my personal lifeguard
I have no regrets that I have passed my prime
I have learned to enjoy this life one day at a time.

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ME and the Boss

      canard:  an unfounded rumor or story

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