A Single Book

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“Beware

the man

of a

single

book.”

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Thomas Aquinas

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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reader

knows torah

understands bible verse

the qualified koran interpreter

guru

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7

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predict the future

March forecast springs arrival

oracles omens

Caesar beware of the ides        (3-15- 44 BC)

Toys R Us files bankruptcy       (3-15-2018)

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Poem:

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it is alright to let your mind travel to far away lands
trips to a fantasyland that no one else understands
just remember to come home from time to time
unless your chosen vocation is being a street mime

those who think they are in control call it a daydream
hopefully your trips are not too frequently upstream
beware of the romantic delusion that verges upon lust
better to dream being rich and building a charitable trust

is it only the sick whose fantasies become nightmares
or was it what you ate that made you unawares
what of the seer whose mind cultivates premonitions
can anyone do it under the right set of conditions

must you make reservations to take these trips
must you pack a bag if you’re joining the apocalypse
let this rhyme stimulate your mind
and may all of your trips be one of a kind

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ME and the Boss

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No Other Rule

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“Write

what you like;

there is no

other rule.”

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~ O. Henry

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)    classic: each word only one syllable

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joy

some fun

a big thrill

glad to be nice

glee

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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beautiful sky

sun and mist

rainbows everywhere

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Poem:

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looking, lost, trying to find fantasyland
this ugly, smelly reality I cannot stand
transport me to a faraway zone
let me hide by using a clone

let’s create a new space and call it Love
built with the blessings received from above
air and noise pollution may not exist
the sky above always rainbow kissed

soft melodies provided by the birds and the bees
herbal aromas wafting about on a fresh breeze
every trail and path lined with a display floral
the horizon represented by a bucolic mural

a sirens scream, a grieving mothers wail
back to earth, dreams wasted to no avail
a bang and a thud, everything used and abused
only the crazy from this world are excused

to cope, one must adjust the altitude
work hard at keeping a good attitude
let reality suck, if it must
let go, relax, in God you must trust

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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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