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in the very heart of poetry

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“How they had dreamed

together,

he and she…

how they had planned,

and laughed, and loved.

They had lived for a while

in the very heart of poetry.”

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~ Elizabeth von Arnim

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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beat

pulsating rhythm

without a murmur

physical, emotional, mental, spiritual

heart

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Haiku:

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Jack Frost almost bit

the sun warmed earth held its ground

spring flowers blooming

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Poem:

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the journey with no destination
growing and learning along the way
the soul exists in every location
the mind creates home and away

where am I really
when I think I am lost
comfortable and contented ideally
normal is akin to being star crossed

today is a luxury I must not lose
the moments to savor and relish
doing God’s will I cannot refuse
avoiding the self centered and selfish

today I will live in the present
lessons from the past not forgotten
avoiding the issues of discontent
joys and pleasures to enlighten

gratitude for a mind that is free
and to have lived in the heart of poetry

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ME and the Boss

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The Romantic Kitchen

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“She’s always looking

for poetry and passion

and sensitivity,

the whole Romantic kitchen.

I live on a rather simpler diet.

Prose and pudding?”

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~  John Fowles

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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gifts

genetically predisposed

nurture versus nature

physical, mental, emotional, spiritual

inherited

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Haiku:

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icy wind chills bones

onion snow covers the ground

spring is put on hold

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Poem:

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How do you know when you’re growing old
can you become to tired to think
from nose to toes always cold
so crazy there’s no need to call the shrink

How do you know when you’re growing old
remember tenth grade, can’t remember lunch
or enjoying to ignore what you’re being told
the old arteries that are now made of clunch

How do you know when you’re growing old
the curmudgeon quietly chuckles with glee
more than one tooth filed with gold
odor blind to self,  to others he smells like pee

How do you know when your growing old
the younger generation thinks you know nothing
a danger to self and others you are told
you live with memories of things worth loving

How do you know when you are growing old
Beats me,
but I’ll let you know when I get there

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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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