Sometimes Midnight

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“A poet is a verb

that blossoms light

in gardens of dawn,

or

sometimes midnight.”

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~ Aberjhani

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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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Creative
Producing art
Pictures in words
Music for the soul
Poetry
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Haiku

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One day at a time
Living life spiritually
Do the next right thing.

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Poem:

Sunrise, sunset
let the sun mark the day
the Great Creator in all of His glory
secure are we in His arms

Moon rise, moon set
let the moon mark the night
allowing Mother Nature to sing
protected are we in Her arms

Yesterday, tomorrow
let us try to stay in today
permit Father Time to have His say
destined are we in His arms

Forever and a day let our souls be free
as one with the Spirit of the Uni-verse
knowing that we are eternal in every way
secure, protected and destined in His arms.

ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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The Ancients

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“It has been said

by the ancients

that poetry is a

picture without form,

and painting is a

poem with form”

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– HuaI (Song Dynasty)

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Elfje:

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form

or function

words or shapes

art for arts sake

ancient

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Elfje   (Cinquain)

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gasp

can’t breathe

trying to survive

everything is black and white

nightmare

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Haiku:

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nature has her form

survival of the fittest

are we included

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Poem:

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flights of fantasy, daydreams
over and over the same unreal themes
the what if I were rich instead of beautiful
dancing, singing, the star of a musical

no morbid thoughts to inspire a poem
wishing the reveries were to be an omen
castles in the air sparked by jealously
life’s decisions handled carelessly

dreams, not goals, wasting life’s precious moment
my lethargy being my own worst opponent
move a muscle, change a thought
maybe today, maybe today,  I’ll hit the jackpot

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ME and the Boss

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