Tag Archives: Feelings

No Interpreter Needed

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“Great poetry

needs no interpreter

other than a

responsive heart.”

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― Helen Keller

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Elfje:

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feelings

emotionally charged

accepting what comes

life on life’s terms   (Life on God’s terms)

human

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Haiku:

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the shores sandy dunes

pushed by the oceans currents

summer vacation

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Poem:

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some say the best poems extol the virtues of love

while soaring above on the wings of a dove

stories about feelings, fears and life

worries about things that cause angst and strife

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every day the feelings are different

those without mothers become the ignorant

books with stories teach us how to feel

family and friends explain that which is real

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some seek to alter the mood so they need not think

can’t figure out why when they lie to the shrink

sad are those whose brains are on a perpetual swing

ups and downs caused by the brains short circuit wiring

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lucky are those whose friends have feelings that are mutual

the paranoid, the loner are not that unusual

will man ever be able to fix the brain

can there be a time when no one will be insane

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until medicine finds the cure

self education will be the basic tool

learning to live the Golden Rule

hope’s of growing up and becoming mature

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ME and the Boss

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Bad Poets

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We talk

so abstractly

about poetry

because all of us

are usually

bad poets.”

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― Friedrich Nietzsche

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Elfje:

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words

picture painted

ideas and opinions

verses now being created

poem

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Haiku: (In reverse 7-5-7,  only the bad poet takes poetic license.)

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the babbling brook speaks volumes

fed by winter snows

rushing down to the ocean

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Poem:   Highly Overrated  (My attempt at writing a bad poem)

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a stream of conscience

writing what appears

in the minds eye

not seeking the rhyme or why

just giving the feelings

wings that can or may be attached

to the time and place of their origins

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coming up for air

catching another breath

before diving again into

the unconscious realm of

smokey clouds, that on passing

allow glimpses of sunlight and clarity

to peak through

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drifting along on the pleasant dreams,

fantasies that makes this world bearable,

trying to ignore the necessary formalities,

meditating in silence as the

world passes me by,

alas, reality is very very highly overrated . . .

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Moral: Don’t take yourself too seriously.

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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