Cold Ideas And Brain Dreams

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“He was weary of himself,

of cold ideas and brain dreams.

Life a poem?

Not when you went about

forever poetizing

about your own life

instead of living it.”

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~ Jens Peter Jacobsen

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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brain

floating cloud

letting thoughts materialize

mostly selfish, sometimes not

dreams

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7

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again, in God’s time

Mother Earth wobbles and shakes

ages come and go

man’s feeble concept of time

what’s a million years or so

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Poem:
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can’t carry a tune
my bucket is holy
can’t jump over the moon
everything gets done slowly

only color I can mix is brown
every picture is out of focus
at my best I was a not funny clown
my attempts at writing were atrocious

at school I struggled to be average
mumbling, stumbling, lived a boring life
at work they all used me as leverage
took three tries to get a good wife

can’t figure out rhyme or reason
my best guess is usually wrong
can’t decide on a favorite season
never, ever could I name that song

so I can’t, no reason to be blue
because what I can, is to love you

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ME and the Boss

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The Dream Of Life

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“Poetry is a

sort of truancy,

a dream within

the dream of life,

a wild flower planted

among our wheat.”

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~ Michael Oakeshott

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Elfje: (Cinquain)

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flower

growing wild

beside the road

here there and everywhere

weed

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Haiku:

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windy gusts blowing

clouds billowing in the sky

spring showers coming

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Poem:

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in poetry, the words do not clang
rhythm and rhyme, melodic cadence
never expecting a real loud bang
words chosen to give language credence

the poet fights to make every word fit
knowing the poem has a mind of its own
push and shove becomes a battle of wit
words to grace the inevitable tombstone

the poet seeks words with intense feelings
the poem fights back with stubborn concern
things with no meaning and emotions concealing
finally, the resolve is what we have to learn

the poet writes to express himself, an autograph
the poem, however, always has the very last laugh

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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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