Begins And Ends

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“Since when,” he asked,

“Are the first line and

last line of any poem

Where the poem begins

and ends?”

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― Seamus Heaney

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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starts

when, where

at the beginning

does it ever end

again

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Haiku:

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rain, rain, too much rain

nature doesn’t know balance

next season is drought

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Poem:

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If I could be a poem
What would I want to say???
I am me, I wish to be
I am life, I am death
I am the words that pray.

The poem can do anything
the poem is the flight of fancy
Blank verse, free verse
I am what I fantasize
I am the words that show the way.

The poem sings, the poem dances,
the poem gives one many chances,
to be me, to hope to be
I am living, I will be dying
I am the words that stay.

ME and the Boss

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From The Heart

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“Critics write out of

intellectual exercise,

not poets.

Poets write straight

from the heart.”

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― Erica Jong

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Elfje:

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feel

the wind

just like love

it cannot be seen

heart

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Haiku:

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nature can be cruel

survival of the fittest

but it always works

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Poem:

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if I depended upon intellect
to write my little ditty
I would never find a subject
it’s the dumb trying to be witty

feeling less than
feeling more than
feeling all that I can
I’d rather be eating flan

the words I used yesterday
do not mean the same today
feelings put the color on the verse
always trying to avoid the blank curse

playing with the rhyme, no reason
adjusting the meter, high treason
just learning as I go along
maybe it will become a song

really perplexed when it comes to the coda
time to go out for some popcorn and soda
let’s end this verse with a happy heart
by squeezing out a big juicy fart

ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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