Buy The Book

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“I’ve had it

with these cheap

sons of bitches

who claim they

love poetry

but never buy a book.”

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~ Kenneth Rexroth

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Elfje:

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book

of rhymes

in a library

never touched gathering dust

ignorance

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or is it stupidity ? ? ?

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Haiku:

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winter reminder

late blooming fruit and veggies

last crop of summer

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Poem:

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it was a relationship made in hell

two sickies do not make a wellie

started in the room of a sleazy motel

both personalities were like Machiavelli

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the only common ground was the booze

they both went from Jekyll to Hyde

tempers were tied to a very short fuse

mutual respect was only implied

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the need for instant gratification produced a child

neither held a modicum of responsibility

nothing would let them become reconciled

both had no clue regards dependability

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time moved slowly

the disease progressed rapidly

they took turns in and out of the pokey

the little ones become the casualty

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help was ignored, denial

the sickness said they could not be told

ever perpetuating the vicious cycle

until they were too sick and very old

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inherited by the next generation

the afflictions, the addictions took their toll

a small number poisoned an entire nation

a deaf ear limited the damage control

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sorrow, pity, remorse and regret

crocodile tears shed for the unforgiven

what were they listening to under that headset

too sick and sorry to  seek contrition

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only they can help themselves

few are they who can fight that hard

always blaming someone else

praying that a miracle is in the card

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as long as there is a profitable market

the sick mind will seek its pleasure

be aware that someone you love may be the target

the law appears a weak countermeasure

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with addictions taking more lives than cancer

does the world need another opium war

can the politicians supply the answer

or must you wait until it knocks on your door

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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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Explosion

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“If I feel physically

as if the top of my head

were taken off,

I know that is

poetry”.

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~ Emily Dickinson

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Elfje:

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act

don’t think

rely on instincts

always thinking of others

bravery

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Haiku:

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hot lazy hazy

buzzing humming and tweeting

long days of summer

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Poem:

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munching on a hardtack biscuit

while sailing on the seven seas

dreamt it was served in an iron skillet

made palatable with the cheese

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nibbling on a saltine cracker

marching to war with the army

starving for a little laughter

not my idea of a very good party

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chewing on a rubbery sacramental wafer

something about the yeast being bad

homemade since there was no man named baker

religious traditions have become ironclad

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gnawing on some black gram papadum

from Mumbai to New Delhi on a monsoon train

every car is packed from top to bottom

imagining a curry western starring John Wayne

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dessert in the form of a crisp matzo

for me it doesn’t have to be kosher

just don’t want anybody calling me fatso

can you enjoy tasteless flat breads

that last forever

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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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