Growing

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“Immature poets

imitate;

mature poets

steal.”

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T.S. Eliot

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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basic

one, two

A, B, C

from the very beginning

fundamentals

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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)

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my silly faux pas

red faced with nowhere to hide

laughing at myself

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Poem:   just because they rhyme

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the secretary is adept at billing,
has to be the best at answering the phone

the wine cooler is best for chilling,
not cold enough for the ice cream cone

the dentist is known for his drilling,
skills the patient wishes he has hone

the turkey is enhanced by its filling,
everyone fighting for the wishbone

events are more social with tailgate grilling
fanatics with seats near the home team’s end zone

artisan breads start with unique milling,
you don’t need to be British to enjoy a scone

it is an art to eat soup without spilling,
slurping accepted in the right tone

feeding the pigs is sloppy swilling,
a job much better done by a drone

to each their own for what is thrilling,
some can even do it alone

the garden weeds pulled by tilling,
the lazy cover everything with stone

the start of every success begins with willing
doing God’s will can put you on a throne

in the name of religion can man stop killing,
unfounded fear and ego to which we are prone

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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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The Contradiction

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“Free verse

is like

free love;

it is a

contradiction

in terms.”

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― G.K. Chesterton

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Elfje:

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mother

always said

nothing is free

the piper is paid

eventually

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Haiku:

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awaiting the rain

dry brown grasses catching fire

hurricane season

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Poem:     “Delightfully”

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nature and the weather
two safe topics to discuss
you may tickle me with a feather
as  friends, let us always stay together

walk with me in my garden
let’s close the gate on the worlds problems
let’s allow our minds to soar like the martin
every faux pas let us agree to pardon

the clouds are gathering, we need the rain
hope I’m not wrong just like the weatherman
to bad we do not live on the plains of Spain
call in the cavalry, come on John Wayne

praying for the veggie plants to produce a cornucopia
getting out the paint to color the thumb green
pleasant and wonderful dreams of my own utopia
awakening,  not wanting to find dysfunction and dystopia.

walk with me in my garden silently
let us listen to the sounds of Mother Nature
observing the complexities of Her wonderful society
placed in our memories under the experience ” delightfully”

ME and the Boss:

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