Gather Ye Rose-Buds

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“Gather ye rose-buds

while ye may,

Old Time is still a-flying;

And this same flower

that smiles today,

Tomorrow will be dying.”

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~ Robert Herrick

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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cats

quick nap

dreams of stalking

settles for a treat

meow

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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)

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good friend passed away

death a stark reality

reincarnation

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Poem:

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a warm breeze keeps the pinwheel spinning
the wind chimes sail keeps the clapper swinging
the tufted titmouse brings lunch to the bird house
babysitting duties shared by either spouse

butterflies swarming over a rainbow of zinnia
identification a good question for trivia
squirrels darting about acting nutty as usual
could God’s design be any more beautiful

birds and bees provide a cacophony of sound
tree tops provide the safest breeding ground
nature’s secrets depend upon balance
only man is in desire of more abundance

economics overshadows the politically correct
a vote is all the ego driven politicians expect
easy peasy the credo of the modern ecclesiastic
his greatest legacy a trillion tons of plastic

the scientist who understand are mostly ignored
from whence we came will never be restored
history will show man to be forever the fool
Mother Nature’s evolution will always rule

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ME and the Boss

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Better Than Dreams

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“Ideas must work

through the brains

and arms of men,

or they are no better

than dreams”

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~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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ideas

random thoughts

what could be

building a better world

dreams

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Haiku:

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hoot owl greets the moon

crickets serenade the night

summer night’s alive

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Poem:   6 x 3 + 2    aaB ccB ddB eeB ffB ggB  hh

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the old man’s belongings sent to the dump
each black plastic bag making a small lump
just another of the millions of lives lost to the mundane

product of a totally dysfunctional family
lived his life motivated by his fantasy
he was just one of the many who lived a life in vain

as a youth he never ever had a dream
he was always swimming upstream
never knew enough to come in out of the rain

he was either too early or too late for his prime time
playing second fiddle to those whose lives were fine
he almost married Miss Mary Jane

retired to Florida in a large mobile home village
sat around with the guys playing cribbage
watching each other slowly go insane

his redeeming quality was being a nice guy
glad to greet you with a twinkle in his eye
however, from conversations he would abstain

no eulogy, no service, no one to claim the remains
for them a single poem with a million names

 

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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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