Monthly Archives: July 2017

Can Or Can’t

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“Secretly, deep down,

everybody on Earth

believes they can

write poetry,

apart from the members

of the Poets’ Guild,

who know they can’t.”

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― K.J. Parker

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Elfje:

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join

the guild

become a member

do what you can

artisan

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Haiku:

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the lakes calm surface

boats gently drifting along

summer welcomes peace

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Poem:

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just another day

attempting some frenetic foreplay

happenings in the life of the ordinary

pretending to be the good fairy

trying to justify their existence

never ever going the entire distance

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their immutable style is passe

off to church every Sunday

one never expects the corollary

high school sweethearts they did marry

always following the path of least resistance

years of  mostly compatible coexistence

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only their preacher knows how to pray

a few sad hearts when they passed away

to good morals they were never contrary

the quality of life is usually arbitrary

happy  to live a life of adequate subsistence

those remembered gave the most assistance

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to the piper we all must pay

never ever overextend your stay

from the straight and narrow we must not vary

the easiest target hit is the one that is stationary

to be extraordinary exercise some gnarly persistence

while pretending to be the poet laureate in residence

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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Bad Poets

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We talk

so abstractly

about poetry

because all of us

are usually

bad poets.”

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― Friedrich Nietzsche

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Elfje:

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words

picture painted

ideas and opinions

verses now being created

poem

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Haiku: (In reverse 7-5-7,  only the bad poet takes poetic license.)

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the babbling brook speaks volumes

fed by winter snows

rushing down to the ocean

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Poem:   Highly Overrated  (My attempt at writing a bad poem)

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a stream of conscience

writing what appears

in the minds eye

not seeking the rhyme or why

just giving the feelings

wings that can or may be attached

to the time and place of their origins

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coming up for air

catching another breath

before diving again into

the unconscious realm of

smokey clouds, that on passing

allow glimpses of sunlight and clarity

to peak through

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drifting along on the pleasant dreams,

fantasies that makes this world bearable,

trying to ignore the necessary formalities,

meditating in silence as the

world passes me by,

alas, reality is very very highly overrated . . .

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Moral: Don’t take yourself too seriously.

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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