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Money, Money, Money

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“There’s no money

in poetry,

but there’s

no poetry

in money, either”

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― Robert Graves

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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miracles

unexplainable coincidences

against all odds

answer to a prayer

blessings

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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undeserved blessings

miracles

manna from heaven

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Poem:

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up and down
emotions on a merry-go-round
reaching for the golden ring
riding on the yoyo string

good times bring the happy
setbacks deliver the crappy
the sick have absolutely no control
no escape from their funky hole

the shrink guesses, then writes
good drugs dispensed to calm the nights
the crazy will misuse and abuse
trying to make sense of Mother Goose

the addictive personality blooms
inspiration for sad cartoons
depression brings on thoughts of suicide
neuroses ebbing and flowing with the tide

feelings of love totally abandoned
conscious reality touched at random
who knows how many quietly suffer
battling demons who are much tougher

patience and tolerance, more is learned each day
if man survives, a cure may be found, we pray

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ME and the Boss.

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Silence

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“Poetry is an

orphan of silence.

The words never

quite equal

the experience

behind them.”

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~ Charles Simic

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Elfje:

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conscious

hearing nothing

breath, heartbeat, thoughts

meditation and prayer experience

silence

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Haiku:

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hear Nature’s world

chirp, hum, buzz, wind and water

never quite silent

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Poem:  to the edge of silence

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to the edge of silence
my mind has traveled
trying to keep in balance
inside and outside noises babbled

fear of being alone with myself
needing the stimulus to keep moving
collecting experiences for the bookshelf
searching ways to keep improving

peace of mind and solitude reached
for the briefest moment the ultimate void
the world intrudes the quiet breached
what is found makes one very paranoid

a happy balance of sounds and thoughts
the mind moves in all directions
dreams and reality collected in snapshots
the world when silenced is only reflections

trying to find the silence remains a game
fits and giggles, no adversary  needed
the winner is silence as it calls out my name
to God and nature I have always conceded

like precious metals the mind is refined
experience always pay dividends
practice, practice, quiet the noisy mind
for in dying the silence never ends

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ME and the Boss

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