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“You must have
a certain amount
of maturity
to be a poet.
Seldom do sixteen-year-olds
know themselves
well enough.”
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~Erica Jong
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Elfje: (Cinquain) (Classic, each word only one syllable.)
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dumb
don’t know
can’t find out
which way is up
young
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Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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tagged with graffiti
anger was his first response
gangs advertisement
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Poem:
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there was this song in my heart
I just could not get it out of my head
it was a feeling I could not get rid of
it had something to do with being in love
it was then that you walked into the room
the happy feelings began to bloom
had the words just needed a melody
harps and trumpets, something heavenly
not my talent, to impatient
I just don’t understand the relation
notes and rhythm to match the words
think I’ll just let singing to the birds
that still leaves me with the feelings for you
I want to be on a lake with you in my canoe
then I hear me strumming my out of tune guitar
the whole picture becomes hazy and bizarre
darn it, shucks, dang blam it, another failure
I know that I will never understand this behavior
despite the ruckus, there is one thing that is true
I will always and forever be in love with you
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ME and the Boss
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“Critics write out of
intellectual exercise,
not poets.
Poets write straight
from the heart.”
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― Erica Jong
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Elfje:
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feel
the wind
just like love
it cannot be seen
heart
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Haiku:
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nature can be cruel
survival of the fittest
but it always works
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Poem:
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if I depended upon intellect
to write my little ditty
I would never find a subject
it’s the dumb trying to be witty
feeling less than
feeling more than
feeling all that I can
I’d rather be eating flan
the words I used yesterday
do not mean the same today
feelings put the color on the verse
always trying to avoid the blank curse
playing with the rhyme, no reason
adjusting the meter, high treason
just learning as I go along
maybe it will become a song
really perplexed when it comes to the coda
time to go out for some popcorn and soda
let’s end this verse with a happy heart
by squeezing out a big juicy fart
ME and the Boss
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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com
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