Just Do It

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‘Writing is like sex.

First you do it for love,

then you do it for your friends,

and then you do it for money.”

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~ Virginia Woolf

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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Title:  Adeline Virginia Woolf

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precursor

women’s rights

stream of consciousness

anonymous was a woman

avant-garde

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7

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watching the grass grow

one of nature’s miracles

interdependent

cows rummage and produce milk

humans steal it to nourish

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Poem:

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a babbling brook fed by melting snow
reflecting silver from the full moon’s glow
the nightingale’s song providing harmony
the hoot owls rhythm fitting in perfectly

nature does abhor man’s interference
his scars diminishing her appearance
burning and plowing causing a blight
pollution blocking the vital sunlight

man’s forest of concrete and steel
dams, locks and levees most surreal
environmentalist fighting a losing battle
money confusing the issue with psychobabble

prognosticators using the magic eight ball
only God really knows what will befall
let’s live today to its fullest potential
put generosity first, that is essential

be kind, be loving, be patient and tolerant
allow your Higher Power to be preponderant
repeating the prayers from a bended knee
living a life; happy, joyous and free

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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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Bad Poets

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“We talk

so abstractly

about poetry

because all of us

are usually

bad poets.”

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― Friedrich Nietzsche

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Elfje:

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words

picture painted

ideas and opinions

verses now being created

poem

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Haiku: (In reverse 7-5-7,  only the bad poet takes poetic license.)

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the babbling brook speaks volumes

fed by winter snows

rushing down to the ocean

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Poem:   Highly Overrated  (My attempt at writing a bad poem)

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a stream of conscience
writing what appears
in the minds eye
not seeking the rhyme or why
just giving the feelings
wings that can or may be attached
to the time and place of their origins

coming up for air
catching another breath
before diving again into
the unconscious realm of
smokey clouds, that on passing
allow glimpses of sunlight and clarity
to peak through

drifting along on the pleasant dreams,
fantasies that makes this world bearable,
trying to ignore the necessary formalities,
meditating in silence as the
world passes me by,
alas, reality is very very highly overrated . . .

Moral: Don’t take yourself too seriously.

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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