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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Curious Prosodic Fauna

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“Every poet has

his dream reader:

mine keeps a look out

for curious prosodic fauna

like bacchics and

choriambs.”

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~ W.H. Auden

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Elfje;     (Cinquain)

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drunk

happy vino

dripping with honey

seeking the deviant pleasure

Bacchanalia

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Haiku:

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the vine slowly twines

natures cornucopia

fruits red, white and blue

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Poem:

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soothing gurgle of the fountains water
butterflies bobbing by
every soul nods an imprimatur
the background a clear blue sky

the gardner paints a living pallet
flowers arranged by size and color
protected from vermine by a small vallate
no defense against the creepy crawler

sunset visits from hummingbirds
migrating robins stop for a bite
a contented smile needs no words
all heads turn to follow the light

lucky the soul who enjoys God’s gift
natures flora and fauna displayed
happy are those with a gratitude list
knowing that nothing at all is man-made

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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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