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“I act as the
tongue of you,.
.. tied in your mouth . .
. . in mine it begins
to be loosened.”
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~ Walt Whitman
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Elfje: (Cinquain) (Classic, each word only one syllable.)
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flip
ad lib
tongue in cheek
snide, rude, droll, wry
glib
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Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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drinking a poison
hoping for others to die
resentments are bad
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Poem:
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he doctored his coffee with sweetener and cream
he wondered that his life was no more than a dream
sunshine on the porch where he sat in his rocking chair
there he settled into old age with out a care
let the grand kids worry about world affairs
who cares that mankind in is in serious need of repairs
when will people know that humans are but one race
that existence depends upon learning to share the space
my generation ignored the humor of Will Rogers
we laughed at the bad films of those old codgers
George Carlin was so right that it almost wasn’t funny
this generation thinks only about the money
ego and greed, not politics, running todays government
even the Corona virus made many a comfortable retirement
government patents filed ten years before the pandemic
made the entire swamp a part of the evil systemic
back to the day dream, watching the butterfly drifting by
wondering why every day there are more jet streams in the sky
mulling the thoughts, should I, could I, do I care
why worry, enjoy what we can, let us begin with a prayer
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“All religion,
my friend,
is simply evolved
out of fraud, fear,
greed, imagination,
and poetry.”
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~ Edgar Allan Poe
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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vision
unreal thoughts
vivid mental picture
things that don’t exist
imagination
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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nature’s true colors
camouflage
can you see me now
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Poem:
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is there another world parallel to our own
what some have called the twilight zone
where everything is opposite, black or white
where the darkest dark becomes the bright
no good or evil, just a calm
ethereal music accompanying a psalm
everything positive, no negatives allowed
nine is the number assigned to every cloud
a surreal place that is not a dream
all meals end with peaches and cream
every soul is born with a red heart
all other features are a la carte
feelings that do not include fear and hate
there is no crooked, only straight
could we live in both worlds at the same time
in a place where there would be no crime
a place where speech writers would not take sides
where politicians don’t change with the tides
as long as there are egos it will not happen
but there is no reason that we cannot imagine
Today, think love, peace and prosperity
allow every motive to be benefit charity
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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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