Never Serious

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“Art is the only

serious thing

in the world.

And the artist is

the only person who

is never serious.”

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~ Oscar Wilde

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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Dali

abstract realism

very small characters

on very large canvas

surrealism          ..    ..    ,,   ,,   ,,   ,,    (seriously ? ? ?)

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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)

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forever jealous

never content with his own

wanted others things

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Poem:

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disorder is the work of an evil spirit
ugly has no bounds or limit
souls that believe they have something to prove
statues and memorials they want to remove

destroying a government is anarchy
believing there is no need for a moral code, insanity
yet the majority are afraid of the minority
defund the police, let’s give evil the authority

the press divides when they take sides
a few wealthy trying to push the tides
there is no need to apologize
peace allows everyone to share the prize

let’s use that energy to make an improvement
let the teaching of history define our movement
let God be the definition of pure order
maybe tomorrow, within our border

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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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The Blood of Poets

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“I bleed myself to be your
drink:

Is not the blood of poets
~ ink?”

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~ William Soutar

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Butterfly Cinquain: a nine-line “syllabic” form with the pattern
two, four, six, eight, two, eight, six, four, two.

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flower
brightly colored
a pleasant aroma
butterfly, hummingbird visit
garden
tender care a labor of love
heart and soul aesthetic
grateful pleasure
God’s gift

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Haiku:   my poetic license;   seven, five, seven.

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pupae become butterflies

pollinate flowers

God’s symbiotic world

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Poem:

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the game was never played
except in the minds eye
the field and rules were unmade
the only ball ended in a pop fly

all were guaranteed to be a winner
an unreal blood and guts fantasy
every round started with a new beginner
the only goal was to prevent a travesty

the philosophers coined the word government
the game was to be played on neutral ground
the two sides conspired to a secret covenant
to keep each other rich, safe and sound

they tried to emulate Gulliver’s travels
they invented the company too big to fail
they elected the judge and paid for his gavel
all suspicions ended as being an old wives tale

they selected a pitcher who was never drafted
he had enough money of his own
the old guard was unceremoniously shafted
the queen lost her dynastic throne

the cries of the poet went unheeded
they believed that the talking heads
were all that was needed
the game collapsed, all were left in the dregs

history has repeated
biographers took sides
everyone cheated
shifted with the tides

will there be anyone left to read the leaves
taking odds on the color and slant of the eyes
maybe a religion that rewards the thieves
will the unlucky survivors need a disguise

what is it about human nature
that honesty is demanded only of others
more unenforceable rules from legislature
lip service that calls us all brothers

tis a story that will never end
as long as man draws a breath
his pride and ego cannot comprehend
if lucky, he’ll endure a civil death

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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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