Genuine

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“Poetry

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… a place for the genuine.

Hands that can grasp,

eyes that can dilate,

hair that can rise.”

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― Marianne Moore

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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eyes

grow wider

seeing is beieving

how could that be

magic

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Haiku:

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listening to the birds

natures sounds so melodic

happiness and joy

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Poem:

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sitting on the fence rail
pondering the choices to be made
should I, could I, would I
why am I always so afraid

forever having fun
lessons never learned
selfish instant gratification
all those bridges that I have burned

as the Dutchman always said
too soon oldt, too late schmart
if you mind, does it matter
everyone must read Descartes

reverie over, make the decision
listen to the heart that God made
it knows to do the next right thing
without the need for an accolade

happiness, joy and freedom
blessed by a light from above
conscious, aware, sensing the vibe
enjoying the souls best feeling . . . love

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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