Speak Wildly

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“The poet knows

that he speaks

adequately,

then, only when

he speaks somewhat

wildly.”

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― Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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illusion

minds eye

what could be

listening to the silence

imagination

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Haiku:

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gurgling fountains

pond covered with lily pads

croaking frogs chime in

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Poem:
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why argue,
does anyone remember
how to have a discussion,
debate has become a monologue

arbitration skills long forgotten
ignorance leads to a temper shorten
does he who yells the loudest win
isn’t anger and rage a deadly sin

is it the ego that says we can’t be wrong
is it the will that must be strong
or is it just a deep seated need to dramatize
what does it take to compromise

for some it seems to be just a bad habit
for a covey it’s just another sabbat
an addicts need to be antisocial
paranoia that grows exponential

be wise, keep your mouth shut
a flappy jaw will expose your butt
arguing with the idiot makes you the moron
think outside of the box, be the sharpest crayon

engage the brain before running the mouth
be sure to speak only the truth
if you must argue, for God’s sake
be a humble loser and buy the cake

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ME and the Boss

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Forever

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“Art

is long,

and

Time

is fleeting.”

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― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Elfje:

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art

time fly’s

making sweet music

when you’re having fun

eternity

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Haiku:

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air conditioning

mechanical invention

not the real season

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Poem:

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did Frost care about his legacy
as an American icon in his own time
was Poe ever concerned about his identity
as an editor he offended very many

the poet laments man’s frailty
founded on historic and trending times
lemmings dressed as soldiers bravely
lying on hearts and minds weighty

most never notice that life goes on
consumed with ego and pressing demands
not the sharpest in the box of crayon
like a tortoise into their shell withdrawn

there are two sides to every coin
to be politically correct, bi-polar
the mind has it’s own life to purloin
dramatic pretenses trying to be soigne

is it a discussion or an argument
will there be a winner or a loser
males driven by the domestic termagant
or is she just the trophies ornament

the diplomatic never gives in to either side
inspiration for the next installment
is there a soul who has never lied
it is not our wants that life will provide

forget the legacy, let us just play pretend
lose the identity and be the chameleon
who cares, life is nothing but a tiny godsend
enjoy this chance, be a loving dividend.

ME and the Boss

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