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Writer’s block
is only
a failure of
the ego.
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~ Norman Mailer
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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can
able to
must be done
the to do list
will
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7 (Modified: 5-7-5, 5-5)
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summer rain begins
adding to humidity
plants don’t seem to mind
dry lakes need water
nature knows her job
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Poem:
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a long week without writing a poem
wanted to be happy, but I kept watching the news
have this feeling I’m at the bottom of the totem
can’t listen to the music when it is only the blues
can’t pick a color, to me all lives matter
don’t they care about whose lives they shatter
burning and looting is not peaceful protest
the only thing they could pass is an anarchy test
will the peaceful majority rule at the next election
or will the minority socialist make the selection
what will happen when there is nothing left to give away
that empty feeling when all that’s left is to hope and pray
maybe God can come back into the picture
the lessons, the history are all in the scripture
the pandemic rages on, no common sense
what can I get with my last two cents
happiness is my new found prize
I have learned to laugh at the politicians lies
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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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“How weightless
words are
when nothing
will do.”
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~ Philip Levine, Breath
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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sorry
my mistake
doesn’t cut it
learn to make amends
repentant
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Haiku: (7-5-7 VARIATION)
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tropical storms wreak havoc
too much water floods
man builds in the low area
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Poem:
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words fail too many romantics
they worry too much about semantics
forget the talk, don’t tell me
let your actions and heart be free
show me that it’s not all about you
love is not about what you think is due
a two way street is an agreeable compromise
love is never about the value of the prize
love is a feeling that transcends thinking
mutual consent where everyone is winning
above race, beyond religion, unconditional
love and marriage are something traditional
love, forget the words, they are not needed
love is when the heart has truly conceded
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ME and the Boss
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