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Just Do It

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Writing is like sex.

First you do it for love,

then you do it for your friends,

and then you do it for money.”

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~ Virginia Woolf

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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Title:  Adeline Virginia Woolf

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precursor

women’s rights

stream of consciousness

anonymous was a woman

avant-garde

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7

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watching the grass grow

one of nature’s miracles

interdependent

cows rummage and produce milk

humans steal it to nourish

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Poem:

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a babbling brook fed by melting snow
reflecting silver from the full moon’s glow
the nightingale’s song providing harmony
the hoot owls rhythm fitting in perfectly

nature does abhor man’s interference
his scars diminishing her appearance
burning and plowing causing a blight
pollution blocking the vital sunlight

man’s forest of concrete and steel
dams, locks and levees most surreal
environmentalist fighting a losing battle
money confusing the issue with psychobabble

prognosticators using the magic eight ball
only God really knows what will befall
let’s live today to its fullest potential
put generosity first, that is essential

be kind, be loving, be patient and tolerant
allow your Higher Power to be preponderant
repeating the prayers from a bended knee
living a life; happy, joyous and free

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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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No Mistakes

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“There is

no poetry

where

there are

no mistakes.”

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― Joy Harjo

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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mistakes

often made

only an artist

does so on purpose

abstract

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Haiku:

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ponds bright reflection

beautiful white lilies bloom

summer sun holds sway

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Poem:

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what lies over the yonder horizon
another sea ruled by Poseidon
forest, desert or snow capped mountain
or possibly that youthful fountain

a skyline that separates earth from sky
the shape is round one cannot deny
for some the future lies in that distant place
the end of the rainbow they do chase

the explorer seeks what is over there
dashing off on a wish and a prayer
hardly a care for what is left behind
hoping a treasure they will find

most souls never notice the horizon
never search the sky for Orion
life is lived right under their nose
the whole world exist under their toes

can you be the poet, the dreamer
the wannabe, the schemer
expand your world, make it widen
search for both sides of the horizon

 

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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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