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“I do not understand
the whole thrilling verse,
but I love the way poetry
turns ordinary words
into winged things
that rise up and soar!”
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– Margarita Engle
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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dare
to fly
to be you
rise up and soar
individual
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Haiku:
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birds rise up and soar
escaping the predator
survival defense
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Poem:
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who doesn’t like the challenge
the imbecile, the retarded
the emotional with too much baggage
the coward with feelings guarded
those from the gene pool discarded . . .
dare to be a man among men
strong enough to take out the garbage
willing to be wrong every now and then
be willing to define your role
know that it is OK to share a feeling
understand that God gave you a soul
emotions are not for concealing
who gains from acting macho
double dealing with someones heart
a ghost who is sordid and hollow
an ego that is far from smart
be the man who makes your mother proud
a loving person who can care and share
stand head and shoulders above the crowd
a man of faith, a wish and a prayer
have a goal to make this world a better place
be willing to accept all of God’s grace.
ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com
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“Secretly, deep down,
everybody on Earth
believes they can
write poetry,
apart from the members
of the Poets’ Guild,
who know they can’t.”
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― K.J. Parker
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Elfje:
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join
the guild
become a member
do what you can
artisan
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Haiku:
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the lakes calm surface
boats gently drifting along
summer welcomes peace
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Poem:
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just another day
attempting some frenetic foreplay
happenings in the life of the ordinary
pretending to be the good fairy
trying to justify their existence
never ever going the entire distance
their immutable style is passe
off to church every Sunday
one never expects the corollary
high school sweethearts they did marry
always following the path of least resistance
years of mostly compatible coexistence
only their preacher knows how to pray
a few sad hearts when they passed away
to good morals they were never contrary
the quality of life is usually arbitrary
happy to live a life of adequate subsistence
those remembered gave the most assistance
to the piper we all must pay
never ever overextend your stay
from the straight and narrow we must not vary
the easiest target hit is the one that is stationary
to be extraordinary exercise some gnarly persistence
while pretending to be the poet laureate in residence
ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
https://michaelerb.wordpress.com
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