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“I do believe
in poetry.
I believe that
there are creatures
endowed with the power
to put things together
and bring them back
to life”
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~ Hélène Cixous
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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words
are things
when put together
they may mean something
communicate
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Haiku:
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rain rain go away
come again another day
does the rain listen
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Poem:
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who would have thunk
never worried about consequences
just drank until drunk
no common or any other senses
instant gratification was the only goal
selfish, self-centered, me, me, me
a sick body and mind with no soul
no clue of what it meant to be free
the story begins with what happened
there are no accidental coincidences
miracles beyond what could be imagined
just another of God’s many incidences
a fellowship of sots led the way
steps to rise from the depths of misery
only a Higher Powers will to obey
a simple path exposed by inquiry
the story continues with what it’s like now
a life that’s lived beyond one’s wildest dreams
using daily reminders of it works HOW
easily worth striving for . . . by all means
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“Poetry
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… a place for the genuine.
Hands that can grasp,
eyes that can dilate,
hair that can rise.”
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― Marianne Moore
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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eyes
grow wider
seeing is beieving
how could that be
magic
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Haiku:
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listening to the birds
natures sounds so melodic
happiness and joy
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Poem:
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sitting on the fence rail
pondering the choices to be made
should I, could I, would I
why am I always so afraid
forever having fun
lessons never learned
selfish instant gratification
all those bridges that I have burned
as the Dutchman always said
too soon oldt, too late schmart
if you mind, does it matter
everyone must read Descartes
reverie over, make the decision
listen to the heart that God made
it knows to do the next right thing
without the need for an accolade
happiness, joy and freedom
blessed by a light from above
conscious, aware, sensing the vibe
enjoying the souls best feeling . . . love
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ME and the Boss
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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com
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