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The Use Of Words

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“One great

use of words

is to hide

our thoughts.”

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~ Voltaire

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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thoughts

mental images

actions and reactions

things I might do

visions

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7

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what I am saying

may not be what I’m thinking

if you only knew

beating around the big bush

intentionally deceived

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Poem:

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living a dream
merrily rowing upstream
living a fairytale
forever chasing the holy grail

perpetually stalking illusions
thinking about not growing old
“whatever” is my cup of tea
maybe it will be filled with fool’s gold

reality check
the spaceship has landed
could we be a smaller speck
let your imagination be expanded

knowing that our lives are but a blip in time
understanding that even the powerful made a very small dent
before they know it most have passed their prime
for some each day is one entire event

for the older souls time is but a blur
is evolution the path of least resistance
can or will a world peace ever occur
will there ever be a meaning to our existence

firstly, are we asking the right question
will there ever be a lasting impression
seeking the answers propels us forward
what is , is what a Higher Power has ordered

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Because We Can

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‘We write

for the same reason

that we walk, talk,

climb mountains or

swim the oceans –

because we can….

that’s why we dare

to love someone –

because we have the impulse

to explain who we are.”

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~ Maya Angelou

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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come

to me

let’s be free

do what we please

go

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Haiku:

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stuck between seasons

what to wear is confusing

hot, cold, breezy, calm

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Poem:

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choices, to laugh or to cry
don’t ask me why

judged to be good or bad
you may jiggle the doodad

color me black or white
good night, out of sight

my sides are right and left
stay away from the cuckoos nest

living in a world that makes no sense
too many bodies that won’t give two cents

souls languishing in a netherland limbo
identities sought by becoming a pinko

everyone shouting, nobody listening
senses numbed by negative conditioning

whatever will become of this world
flags of unborn nations yet unfurled

is there a solution to the puzzle
will there be an end to the trouble

will man forever have to live in fear
will there be a mother left to wipe away the tear

pray that tomorrow the sun will rise
that peace will be restored by the wise

that man will live to be civilized
that no soul will be disenfranchised

harmony, goodwill and friendship will prevail
just believe in a real fairytale

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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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