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No Time

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“What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows…”

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~ W.H. Davies

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Elfje:          (Cinquain)

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time

moon cycles

hot and cold

days grow and wane

seasons

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Haiku:

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thunder and lightning

afternoon grows summer storms

doesn’t cool the air

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Poem:

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what value human emotions
many deeper than the oceans
where mental meets physical
what could be more paradoxical

avoiding the devils who cause angst
those whose cheer comes from the Bronx
seeking to hang out with the angels
like the rich who live down south in Naples                 (Florida that is)

let’s begin with the family who taught us
let’s hope they didn’t throw us under the bus
then there are those feelings for the opposite sex
for many it is gloom, doom and a terrible hex

should I laugh or should I cry
might I suffer from chronic dry eye
can I live a day without emotions
will my heart suffer a self induced implosion

what should I do if I cannot feel
my senses riding a big ferris wheel
no fear, my emotions and brain are on backwards
I’ve become an expert at cleaning up  afterwards

ME and the Boss

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Uniting

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“Poetry is

the art of

uniting pleasure

with truth.”

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― Samuel Johnson

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Elfje:

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noise

vulgar speech

display of ignorance

oaths among the stupid

swearing

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Haiku:

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God lives forever

time measured by the light year

man’s life but a blink

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Poem:

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can I tell a lie
grandiose ego I
makes me want to cry
the morals which I defy

Mother taught me right
the church made  me fear sin
the commandments I thought were trite
it was always more important to win

t’was instant gratification that I sought
never dreamt of the consequence
tried every sin that could be bought
the highs were far above common sense

struck sober by a God incident
was almost restored to sane thinking
the addiction was false imprisonment
controlled by habits that were stinking

to thine own self be true
a better way of living
a Higher Power to see me through
enjoying a life I thought was missing

I cannot tell a lie
I no longer want to be that bad guy

ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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