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Gather Ye Rose-Buds

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“Gather ye rose-buds

while ye may,

Old Time is still a-flying;

And this same flower

that smiles today,

Tomorrow will be dying.”

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~ Robert Herrick

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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cats

quick nap

dreams of stalking

settles for a treat

meow

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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)

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good friend passed away

death a stark reality

reincarnation

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Poem:

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a warm breeze keeps the pinwheel spinning
the wind chimes sail keeps the clapper swinging
the tufted titmouse brings lunch to the bird house
babysitting duties shared by either spouse

butterflies swarming over a rainbow of zinnia
identification a good question for trivia
squirrels darting about acting nutty as usual
could God’s design be any more beautiful

birds and bees provide a cacophony of sound
tree tops provide the safest breeding ground
nature’s secrets depend upon balance
only man is in desire of more abundance

economics overshadows the politically correct
a vote is all the ego driven politicians expect
easy peasy the credo of the modern ecclesiastic
his greatest legacy a trillion tons of plastic

the scientist who understand are mostly ignored
from whence we came will never be restored
history will show man to be forever the fool
Mother Nature’s evolution will always rule

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ME and the Boss

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Cold Ideas And Brain Dreams

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“He was weary of himself,

of cold ideas and brain dreams.

Life a poem?

Not when you went about

forever poetizing

about your own life

instead of living it.”

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~ Jens Peter Jacobsen

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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brain

floating cloud

letting thoughts materialize

mostly selfish, sometimes not

dreams

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7

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again, in God’s time

Mother Earth wobbles and shakes

ages come and go

man’s feeble concept of time

what’s a million years or so

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Poem:
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can’t carry a tune
my bucket is holy
can’t jump over the moon
everything gets done slowly

only color I can mix is brown
every picture is out of focus
at my best I was a not funny clown
my attempts at writing were atrocious

at school I struggled to be average
mumbling, stumbling, lived a boring life
at work they all used me as leverage
took three tries to get a good wife

can’t figure out rhyme or reason
my best guess is usually wrong
can’t decide on a favorite season
never, ever could I name that song

so I can’t, no reason to be blue
because what I can, is to love you

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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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