Hide And Seek

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“The same words

conceal and declare

the thoughts of men.”

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~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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hide

and seek

subliminal mind games

God knows your thoughts

exposed

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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politics aside

they must run

egomaniacs

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Poem:

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was it love or was it lust
my heart I could not trust
the primal urges exploded
my addicted brain yelled more
thoughts that I could not ignore
my gene pool overloaded

emotional needs never discussed
physical satisfaction was a must
the morals were completely eroded
fantasies and conquests keeping score
deeds normal people would deplore
to selfish needs I was devoted

I regarded myself with distrust
knowing what I was doing was unjust
I was the person to be avoided
came and went through the back door
rarely was I asked to do an encore
answers to my advances were pre recorded

no, not tonight, no, never, you slime ball
if I need a headache I give you a call
finally became tired of all the rejection
met a man who taught me to listen
with a new way of living I’ve been smitten
I’ve learned to communicate with affection

growing old has become a blessing
words of love gladly expressing
in the mirror I like the reflection
learning to love has had it’s rewards
making friends from this day forwards
universal love my only selection

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ME and the Boss.

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Poetry’s Work

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“Poetry’s work

is the clarification

and magnification

of being.”

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― Jane Hirshfield

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Elfje: (Cinquain)

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play

reality practice

distraction from life

necessary when not abused

games

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Haiku:

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elements erode

here today gone tomorrow

earth ages nobly

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Poem:

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the races will be amalgamated
moral responsibilities debated

too many standards outdated
personal gains advocated

the king is highly overrated
the poor eunuch was castrated

is it an honor to be animated
whose ego needs to be inflated

do we know how history was translated
is the loser always frustrated

questions of life too complicated
opposing views never integrated

too old, the thinking mitigated
the sedate man domesticated

learning to enjoy life uncomplicated
the simple things appreciated

trusting those who are venerated
my body parts have been donated

please consider me antiquated
old, spent, tired, exhausted

there is no punch left in the line
these few words will be my shrine

ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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