My Poetry Was Born

“I grew up in this town,
my poetry was born
between the hill
and the river,
it took its voice from the rain,
and like the timber,
it steeped itself in the forests.”


Pablo Neruda

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Elfje: Cinquain
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grow
rise up
expand in size
turn into something big
thrive

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Lune: 5,3,5
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memories abound
my home town
growing up was fun
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Poem:
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was it the truth, was he being honest
practicing what he was teaching, the Sorbonist
so many thieves running a scam
before the internet it was the flimflam

so easy to dupe the little old ladies
you are the winner of two Mercedes
the rich get richer by keeping their money
it takes a tax break for them to spend, Honey

without a mate it is someone to talk to
it’s four million dollars plus just for you
the garden gnome said that money grows on a tree
believe your mother there is no such thing as free

they say without playing you will never win the game
but they make their money by selling your name
if they would only use their wiles to do good
the motivation for greed is so misunderstood

use your common sense, be careful
no one wants to see you tearful
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ME and the Boss
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About merb010

Spring Hill, FL, United States Two nice old folks just hanging out, not hurting a bug or anything larger. The years have been kind to us and we now we are enjoying our golden years reading and writing. We are grateful for the God given talents that we now use to help others. View all posts by merb010

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