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“…sometimes we enter art
to hide within it.
It is where we can go
to save ourselves,
where a third-person voice
protects us.”
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~ Michael Ondaatje
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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voice
express emotions
sing a song
say what you think
communicate
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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for instant pleasure
broken hearts
games some people play
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Poem:
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feel the word, think love
enjoy the blessings from above
the more you give, the more you receive
a grateful heart will easily perceive
peace begins with me
be the person your Higher Power wants you to be
a grateful heart knows serenity
no need to hide a secret identity
to have a friend, be a friend
every effort is worth the dividend
sharing the ups, the downs and the in between
living in divine grace as did Saint Augustine
eliminate the limits, think big
be faithful and never, ever renege
don’t grow too old before your time
believe that today you are in your prime
try to make this world a better place
do anything that will improve the human race
share something that will make everyone laugh
or donate to charity with your autograph
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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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“Poetry
is not
an art,
it’s
a symptom.”
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~ Michele Brenton
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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symptom
associated with
caused by something
rash, swelling, fever, cough
victim
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Haiku:
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hummingbird hovers
sweet nectar from bird feeder
glad to help nature
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Poem: luck
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there was a man named Stan
of limericks he was not a fan
he possessed no sense of humor
just another misplaced baby boomer
he could get lost on the playground
the favorite target of the class clown
on all of his test he was just so average
couldn’t even decide on a preferred beverage
at sixteen he failed his drivers test
playing video games he became obsessed
his high water pants gave everyone a laugh
not one yearbook did he ever autograph
finally, as a senior, he just hung in there
with the class queen he had an affair
she made millions from her photograph
and good old Stan had the last laugh
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ME and the Boss
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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com
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