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“One great
use of words
is to hide
our thoughts.”
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~ Voltaire
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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thoughts
mental images
actions and reactions
things I might do
visions
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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what I am saying
may not be what I’m thinking
if you only knew
beating around the big bush
intentionally deceived
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Poem:
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living a dream
merrily rowing upstream
living a fairytale
forever chasing the holy grail
perpetually stalking illusions
thinking about not growing old
“whatever” is my cup of tea
maybe it will be filled with fool’s gold
reality check
the spaceship has landed
could we be a smaller speck
let your imagination be expanded
knowing that our lives are but a blip in time
understanding that even the powerful made a very small dent
before they know it most have passed their prime
for some each day is one entire event
for the older souls time is but a blur
is evolution the path of least resistance
can or will a world peace ever occur
will there ever be a meaning to our existence
firstly, are we asking the right question
will there ever be a lasting impression
seeking the answers propels us forward
what is , is what a Higher Power has ordered
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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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“For a lot of people,
poetry tends to be dull.
It’s not read much.
It takes a special kind
of training and a lot of practice
to read poetry with pleasure.
It’s like learning to like asparagus.”
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― Thomas M. Disch
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Elfje: (cinquain)
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munch
a bunch
nibble the spear
eventually it’s eaten raw
asparagus
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Haiku
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snow has yet to melt
asparagus heads pop up
springs first savory crop
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Poem:
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A thousand words ago
life began and life ended
inch by inch driven by ego
all honor was to be defended
the child is given excuses
learning to lie and to manipulate
the personality grows elusive
never again will there be a sinless slate
mother dearest does the nurturing
peers drive home the lessons
likes and dislikes forever versioning
many experiences give lasting impressions
with his addictive brain on backwards
eventually the wrong choice is made
he was fingered as one of the bad actors
the law pinched him in a whorehouse raid
another soul lost in the system
the normals don’t understand a mental obsession
rare is the judge and jury who possess wisdom
another life whose ending is in question
did this happen a hundred years ago
whose great grandfather was the horse thief
hundreds of old photos in the portmanteau
tales being told that are beyond belief
what will history say about our generation
too many selfish and self-centered worried about the I
is this the beginning of the end or the start of a new creation
as we waste our time arguing about the pie in the sky
will you mind your own or someone else’s business
whose honor should be defended
will you procrastinate or be ambitious
is there a message we can comprehend
let the philosophers debate what will be
let us, you and I, lunch by the sea . . .
ME and the Boss
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