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Maturity Required

 

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“You must have

a certain amount

of maturity

to be a poet.

Seldom do sixteen-year-olds

know themselves

well enough.”

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~Erica Jong

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)         (Classic, each word only one syllable.)

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dumb

don’t know

can’t find out

which way is up

young

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

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tagged with graffiti

anger was his first response

gangs advertisement

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Poem:

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there was this song in my heart
I just could not get it out of my head
it was a feeling I could not get rid of
it had something to do with being in love

it was then that you walked into the room
the happy feelings began to bloom
had the words just needed a melody
harps and trumpets, something heavenly

not my talent, to impatient
I just don’t understand the relation
notes and rhythm to match the words
think I’ll just let singing to the birds

that still leaves me with the feelings for you
I want to be on a lake with you in my canoe
then I hear me strumming my out of tune guitar
the whole picture becomes hazy and bizarre

darn it, shucks, dang blam it, another failure
I know that I will never understand this behavior
despite the ruckus, there is one thing that is true
I will always and forever be in love with you

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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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Till My Eyes Would Bleed

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“When I was 14,

I would sit up

in my room

and write

till my eyes

would bleed.”

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~ Quincy Jones

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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quarantine

Italian quarantina

separated from others

period of forty days

isolation

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7

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kindness is respect

happiness is a big smile

enthusiasm
your attitude is your own
be upbeat, be positive

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Poem:

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selfish and self-centered to the core
I want what I want, more, more, more
arrogant, egotistical, it all is a big show
what is really me I don’t want you to know

fear says you would never like the real me
I’ll pretend to be exactly what you want to see
a sickness that indeed robs the soul
the delusion is that I possess self-control

to please you I am either needy or greedy
to the pristine wall I am the graffiti
a mind altering substance was my escape
I’m the super hero without the cape

I ignored a thousand God given signs
ego called it art when I colored outside the lines
I was finally saved, in spite of myself
new directions delivered from a bookshelf

a small pocket booklet of 164 pages
written by 100 of the very first sages
directions for living with a backward brain
a prescription for easing the emotional pain

willing to change is how it works
truths told by men who once were jerks
learning to love and live with others
becoming a part of a band of brothers

finding a Higher Power, his praises to sing
choosing to do the next right thing
today it is no longer me, me, me
I follow a program that begins with we

 

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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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