In Search Of Truth

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“In search of Truth

the hopeful zealot goes,

But all the sadder tums,

the more he knows!”

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― H.P. Lovecraft

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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doctrine

good argument

school of thought

coins have two sides

concept

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Haiku:

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white rime on the lawn

winter’s cold anesthetic

season for deep sleep

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Poem:

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imagination, hallucination and reality
every souls chance to make whoopee
without a hole is it still a bagel
who is to judge if one is unstable
who doesn’t want their name on the marquee
without a string can you make a cat’s cradle

such fun to let the mind wonder
how many good ideas are six foot under
ways to catch a bigger mouse
how to please the upset spouse
what would it take to make everyone a lover
will only the lucky find their own lighthouse

must all stories begin once upon a time
is it still a poem if it does not rhyme
which liberal determines what is politically correct
a language with which the lower class can not connect
is being stupid really a crime
or is this the way elitist show disrespect

when the rich liberals control the media
pushing their influence onto Wikipedia
who is to determine what is free speech
colleges telling the goonies what to preach and teach
publishing only their views in disguised cyclopedia
jealousy aimed at others they want to impeach

the uneducated want Big Brother to provide everything for free
no one takes notice to the demise of the bourgeoisie
egoes and power satisfy the elected
constitutional law completely neglected
no thought for what the future would or could be
a world where the word compromise will never be perfected

the mentally ill were once institutionalized
biased news meant to have the ignorant demoralized
how important is it anyway
this too shall pass away
by your vote let the elected be antagonized
avoid the news, think for yourself and have a great day

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this poem will never be printed in the Tampa Bay Times*

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*you may substitute the name of your local left wing paper here.

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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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All The Same

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“I am a student of life,

and don’t want to miss

any experience.

There’s poetry in this

sort of thing, you know-

-or perhaps you don’t know,

but it’s all the same.”

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~ H.P. Lovecraft

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Elfje:

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happenings

life’s experiences

agony and ecstacy

forming a sensual legacy

memories

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Haiku:

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thunder and lightning

nature’s opulent display

even while snowing

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Poem:

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can you see it
I don’t see it
maybe it is there
I just don’t care

the seer leads by suggestion
noises from hidden speakers
the place brings on a queasy indigestion
the séance features unknown creatures

she attempts to  tells us the future
the crystal ball begins to glow
the air begins to turn a slight bit cooler
my mind begins to dance the fandango

I could no longer stifle the laugh
the table began to tremble and rise
it lent credence to my choreograph
I could not  wait for the next surprise

frustrated, she turned everything off
the castanets in my head became quiet
she ushered us out saying mazal tov
hurry, we don’t want to start a riot

I still can’t see the supernatural
think I’ll just stick with what is factual

ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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