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Vast Eternity

“But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.”


~ Andrew Marvel

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Elfje: Cinquain

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eat

a meal

can you cook

spud, meat and bread

food

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Haiku:

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colorful flowers

attracting ants, bees and me

with sweet aromas

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Poem:

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the horseshoe above the door was facing down
my luck had fallen to the ground
up the ladder with hammer in hand
was this the portal to Alice’s wonderland

it was a tap, tap, tap on the tack
step on a crack you break your mother’s back
righted the horseshoe without hitting my thumb
could I walk, talk and chew bubble gum

superstitions growing out of old wives tales
nevermind is to ignore the minor details
the poem is seeking something metaphorical
the only help that I can give is strictly rhetorical

to sit in rapture, to muse and ponder
how much time does a poet squander
back to the luck which is now on the ground
the old sage said that if I am prepared it can again be found

so to be prepared one needs to read more
one cannot expect life to come through the back door
love we know comes in through the window
it is death who uses the back door for his innuendo

be ready Freddy, keep the front door unlocked
keep your notebook of good ideas well stocked
may your horseshoe always be turned upward
and let today’s dessert be your favorite custard

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“Luck Is What Happens When Preparation Meets Opportunity”.
This quote is attributed to the Roman philosopher Seneca.

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandthebosspoetry.wordpress.com/

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Humor Is Truth


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“Humor is something that

thrives between man’s

aspirations and his limitations.

There is more logic in humor

than in anything else.

Because, you see, humor is truth.

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~ Victor Borge

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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funny

tickled pink

chuckle, yak, giggle

the jokes on you

laugh

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Haiku:     (5-7-5, nature and seasons the topic)

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butterflies abound

flowers proliferating

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Poem:

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can’t get the timing, can’t tell a joke
I get to the punch line and I choke
believe me, I do love to laugh
always when I get to see my yearbook photograph

I once told jokes to give my ego a lift
demeaning others was my special gift
ethnic, racial, the meanest jokes around
stupid, ugly, used to tear others down

changed my habits a few decades ago
hanging out with the sickest of the sick, a guy named Joe
we have learned to laugh, not at each other
our stories now make us laugh with one another

we go to meetings to tell  how we have changed
learning how to live with a mind that is deranged
blessed are they who survive the abnormality
those who are born with an addictive personality

knowing that a laugh a day will keep the doctor away
to be happy, joyous and free we pray

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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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