We Enter Art

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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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Hide And Seek

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“The same words

conceal and declare

the thoughts of men.”

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~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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hide

and seek

subliminal mind games

God knows your thoughts

exposed

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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politics aside

they must run

egomaniacs

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Poem:

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was it love or was it lust
my heart I could not trust
the primal urges exploded
my addicted brain yelled more
thoughts that I could not ignore
my gene pool overloaded

emotional needs never discussed
physical satisfaction was a must
the morals were completely eroded
fantasies and conquests keeping score
deeds normal people would deplore
to selfish needs I was devoted

I regarded myself with distrust
knowing what I was doing was unjust
I was the person to be avoided
came and went through the back door
rarely was I asked to do an encore
answers to my advances were pre recorded

no, not tonight, no, never, you slime ball
if I need a headache I give you a call
finally became tired of all the rejection
met a man who taught me to listen
with a new way of living I’ve been smitten
I’ve learned to communicate with affection

growing old has become a blessing
words of love gladly expressing
in the mirror I like the reflection
learning to love has had it’s rewards
making friends from this day forwards
universal love my only selection

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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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