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Money, Money, Money

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“There’s no money

in poetry,

but there’s

no poetry

in money, either”

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― Robert Graves

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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miracles

unexplainable coincidences

against all odds

answer to a prayer

blessings

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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undeserved blessings

miracles

manna from heaven

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Poem:

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up and down
emotions on a merry-go-round
reaching for the golden ring
riding on the yoyo string

good times bring the happy
setbacks deliver the crappy
the sick have absolutely no control
no escape from their funky hole

the shrink guesses, then writes
good drugs dispensed to calm the nights
the crazy will misuse and abuse
trying to make sense of Mother Goose

the addictive personality blooms
inspiration for sad cartoons
depression brings on thoughts of suicide
neuroses ebbing and flowing with the tide

feelings of love totally abandoned
conscious reality touched at random
who knows how many quietly suffer
battling demons who are much tougher

patience and tolerance, more is learned each day
if man survives, a cure may be found, we pray

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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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Hide And Seek

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“The same words

conceal and declare

the thoughts of men.”

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~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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hide

and seek

subliminal mind games

God knows your thoughts

exposed

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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politics aside

they must run

egomaniacs

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Poem:

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was it love or was it lust
my heart I could not trust
the primal urges exploded
my addicted brain yelled more
thoughts that I could not ignore
my gene pool overloaded

emotional needs never discussed
physical satisfaction was a must
the morals were completely eroded
fantasies and conquests keeping score
deeds normal people would deplore
to selfish needs I was devoted

I regarded myself with distrust
knowing what I was doing was unjust
I was the person to be avoided
came and went through the back door
rarely was I asked to do an encore
answers to my advances were pre recorded

no, not tonight, no, never, you slime ball
if I need a headache I give you a call
finally became tired of all the rejection
met a man who taught me to listen
with a new way of living I’ve been smitten
I’ve learned to communicate with affection

growing old has become a blessing
words of love gladly expressing
in the mirror I like the reflection
learning to love has had it’s rewards
making friends from this day forwards
universal love my only selection

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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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