Monthly Archives: June 2018

A Small Truth

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“A poet must discover

that it’s his own story

that is true,

even if the truth

is small indeed.”

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― Jim Harrison

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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lies

lies, lies

told a fib

you lying dirty crook

prevaricator

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Haiku:

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the summer solstice

sun begins southern journey

the years longest day

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Poem:

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time racing, thoughts fleeting
happy heart is loudly beating
mind trained to think positive
my attitude, my prerogative

laugh, love, enjoy the moment
days spent needing no atonement
motives aimed at helping others
those that need it if I had my druthers

getting my cue from Mother Nature
I’m only another of her lovely creatures
seeking balance for my fragile soul
in God’s realm there is no loophole

just gratitude for being alive
a better world I could not contrive

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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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Understand

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“One can not

understand language

because language cannot

understand itself;

does not want to

understand”

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~  Novalis

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Elfje: (Cinquain)

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words
hidden meanings
innuendo and hyperbole
did I say that
language

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Haiku:

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looking out window
spring appears so inviting
sudden snow shower

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Poem:

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the old man mumbled on
understanding that the know it alls
were not even paying attention
he might as well been talking to the walls

the young egos want to be important
unaware that there is nothing new under the sun
God incidents with His will accordant
acknowledging His humor invented the pun

before the lesson was finished,
he stopped, smiled, shook his head
was his era the last good vintage
their training received behind the woodshed

the only thing new are the different weapons
the same fear, jealousy, greed, ignorance
the world run by a bunch of sleazy felons
the masses operating on total indifference

some things and time just change faces
portraits lining the board room walls
food, clothing and shelter to cover the masses
lobbyist pulling the strings on their political dolls

the sentiments are hundreds of years old
so what’s the use of complaining
just do as you have been told
and to the elderly be entertaining

what to do but to laugh and love
dodge the bullets and pay the taxes
lots of prayers to a Power above
and blame everything else on the circumstances

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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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