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“Whenever you think
or you believe
or you know,
you’re a lot of
other people:
but the moment you feel,
you’re nobody-but-yourself.” ~ E. E. Cummings
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Elfje: (Cinquain) classic: each word only one syllable
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feel
to think
what you deem
guess what it is
sense
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Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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forever in love
many decades together
God meant it to be
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Poem:
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my poetry, my way
in spite of what the experts say
after all it is my story
not written for praise or glory
sometimes true, sometime not
never done with any forethought
words picked at random from my brain
if I don’t let them out, I’ll go insane
allowing the poem to find it’s way
in spite of what the experts say
keep it short and simple to please my fans
me and my friends with short attention spans
always dreaming about writing the epic
am I lazy or to the reader empathetic
or possibly the satisfaction of just getting it done
feelings of true happiness while having fun
there, just finished with another one . . .
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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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“To be nobody but yourself
in a world which is doing
its best day and night
to make you like everybody else
means to fight the hardest battle
which any human being can fight
and never stop fighting.”
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~ E. E. Cummings
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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unique
just you
like nobody else
one of a kind
individual
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Haiku:
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clear azure blue skies
aurora borealis
this cold winter’s night
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Poem:
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so average that it hurts
been there, have the t-shirts
still seeking a unique niche
with class, no bawdy kitsch
the snobs feign indifference
the hick straight out of Deliverance
the middle class can’t afford to be rich
there is no bottom to the poor man’s ditch
blue is a color that I will not bleed
enough pocket money to buy some chicken feed
too lackadaisical or just too lazy to succeed
mother always called me her bad weed
I guess I’ll just have to be me
second cousin to the monkey in the tree
choosing to either agree or disagree
living a life happy, joyous and free
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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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