Tag Archives: butterflies

Wake Up

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“The man who lies asleep

will never waken fame,

and his desire and all his life

drift past him like a dream,

and the traces of his memory

fade from time

like smoke in air,

or ripples on a stream.”

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~ Dante Alighieri

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)
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dream
to want
plan to have
hope for the best
wish
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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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frilly emotion
can’t wait to be an adult
teenage puppy love
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Poem:
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butterflies in the stomach
puppy love takes its first bite
to prove it we’ll kiss in public
the touch that brings delight

holding hands wherever we go
walking is like skipping on air
both of us are proof in the photo
what’s outside our world we don’t care

friendship rings we proudly displayed
hickies on the neck we tried to hide
at home the parents silently prayed
she’s just too young to be a bride

soul mates from the very start
decades spent together
love conveyed heart to heart
surviving all kinds of weather

a friendship that never grew old
youths to old codgers, never a worry
a true love that never went cold
lucky are those who made this journey

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ME and the Boss

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Humor Is Truth


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“Humor is something that

thrives between man’s

aspirations and his limitations.

There is more logic in humor

than in anything else.

Because, you see, humor is truth.

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~ Victor Borge

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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funny

tickled pink

chuckle, yak, giggle

the jokes on you

laugh

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Haiku:     (5-7-5, nature and seasons the topic)

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butterflies abound

flowers proliferating

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Poem:

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can’t get the timing, can’t tell a joke
I get to the punch line and I choke
believe me, I do love to laugh
always when I get to see my yearbook photograph

I once told jokes to give my ego a lift
demeaning others was my special gift
ethnic, racial, the meanest jokes around
stupid, ugly, used to tear others down

changed my habits a few decades ago
hanging out with the sickest of the sick, a guy named Joe
we have learned to laugh, not at each other
our stories now make us laugh with one another

we go to meetings to tell  how we have changed
learning how to live with a mind that is deranged
blessed are they who survive the abnormality
those who are born with an addictive personality

knowing that a laugh a day will keep the doctor away
to be happy, joyous and free we pray

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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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