nobody-but-yourself

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“Whenever you think

or you believe

or you know,

you’re a lot of

other people:

but the moment you feel,

you’re nobody-but-yourself.”              ~ E. E. Cummings

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)    classic: each word only one syllable

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feel

to think

what you deem

guess what it is

sense

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

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forever in love

many decades together

God meant it to be

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Poem:

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my poetry, my way
in spite of what the experts say
after all it is my story
not written for praise or glory

sometimes true, sometime not
never done with any forethought
words picked at random from my brain
if I don’t let them out, I’ll go insane

allowing the poem to find it’s way
in spite of what the experts say
keep it short and simple to please my fans
me and my friends with short attention spans

always dreaming about writing the epic
am I lazy or to the reader empathetic
or possibly the satisfaction of just getting it done
feelings of true happiness while having fun

there, just finished with another one . . .

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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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Better Than Dreams

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“Ideas must work

through the brains

and arms of men,

or they are no better

than dreams”

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~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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ideas

random thoughts

what could be

building a better world

dreams

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Haiku:

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hoot owl greets the moon

crickets serenade the night

summer night’s alive

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Poem:   6 x 3 + 2    aaB ccB ddB eeB ffB ggB  hh

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the old man’s belongings sent to the dump
each black plastic bag making a small lump
just another of the millions of lives lost to the mundane

product of a totally dysfunctional family
lived his life motivated by his fantasy
he was just one of the many who lived a life in vain

as a youth he never ever had a dream
he was always swimming upstream
never knew enough to come in out of the rain

he was either too early or too late for his prime time
playing second fiddle to those whose lives were fine
he almost married Miss Mary Jane

retired to Florida in a large mobile home village
sat around with the guys playing cribbage
watching each other slowly go insane

his redeeming quality was being a nice guy
glad to greet you with a twinkle in his eye
however, from conversations he would abstain

no eulogy, no service, no one to claim the remains
for them a single poem with a million names

 

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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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