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“Poetry is
the art of
uniting pleasure
with truth.”
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― Samuel Johnson
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Elfje:
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noise
vulgar speech
display of ignorance
oaths among the stupid
swearing
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Haiku:
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God lives forever
time measured by the light year
man’s life but a blink
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Poem:
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can I tell a lie
grandiose ego I
makes me want to cry
the morals which I defy
Mother taught me right
the church made me fear sin
the commandments I thought were trite
it was always more important to win
t’was instant gratification that I sought
never dreamt of the consequence
tried every sin that could be bought
the highs were far above common sense
struck sober by a God incident
was almost restored to sane thinking
the addiction was false imprisonment
controlled by habits that were stinking
to thine own self be true
a better way of living
a Higher Power to see me through
enjoying a life I thought was missing
I cannot tell a lie
I no longer want to be that bad guy
ME and the Boss
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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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