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Let Your Soul Heal

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“Give it air

& let the scar

on your soul

reveal itself,

because,

like the body,

it too was made

to heal itself.”

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― Curtis Tyrone Jones

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Elfje:

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sight

can be

want to see

what lies by there

gaze

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Lune: Reverse 3,5,3

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perspective

how one sees what is

opinion

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Poem:

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oodles, oodles and oodles, more goodies galore
what chocoholic could want for anything more
a true paradise is the bakery in a candy store
the only requirement is that you fit inside the door

put the candy along side the check out aisle
guilt will go away when you promise to walk another mile
remember to clean your teeth before you smile
for the obsessed there can never be a stockpile

just buy larger size clothing when you start to get plump
denying your passion will only make you a grump
only the young can do the long, broad or high jump
besides, who wants to be as healthy as Donald Trump

so I’ll have one more chocolate, if you please
just the weird can live on cottage cheese
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ME and the Boss

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The Line Is Drawn

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“I think it’s the duty

of the comedian

to find out where

the line is drawn

and cross it deliberately.”

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~ George Carlin

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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laugh

bad jokes

silly faux pas

clowns, sidemen and slapstick

funny

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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blooming spring blossoms

pollen falls

air to thick to breathe

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Poem:

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Visa V

rare is the bean that flavors vanilla
most exclusive to the court of Victoria
grown from the orchid flower, not the Iris
they add egg to their cream in Paris

it is the sugar not the chocolate
eight ball in the side pocket
never kind enough to mother dear
breakfast of champions a bagel schmear

funny how the poem writes
it’s limits knows no heights
every word exhibits its own emotion
subtle innuendo or crazy comotion

the poem waits patiently to be written
knowing that the writer has been bitten
the topic as usual, life, love or death
do yourself a favor, don’t hold your breath

life being lived in a no man’s land
lovers walking hand in hand
death is usually unplanned

now the poem has covered all of the topics
time to get my hands out of my pockets.

ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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