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Favorite Poet

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“Must be going crazy—

my favorite poet lately

has been me!

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― Wayne Kaumualii Westlake

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Elfje:     (Cinquain)

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favorite

most liked

best there is

could never  do without

mine

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Haiku:

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Lightening and thunder

God’s ultimate fireworks show

highlights each season

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Poem:

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bugs rule the world

waiting for the bug man

the eco system to be imperiled

we know it is just another scam

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the roach can survive a nuclear attack

live three days without it’s head

can see where its going in the pitch black

they will be here long after man is dead

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the best bugs give us silk and honey

mosquitoes and fire ants the biggest pest

centipedes give us a run for our money

their goal is the whole wide world to infest

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certain aboriginals do the larva eat

some pay good money for chocolate covered ants

I’m not quite certain I’d call them a treat

I will not go out of my way to give them a chance

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no itching or scratching

it only makes things worse

just think of the millions now hatching

believe, Nature’s plan is not a curse

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protect all life (maybe) as holy

but it is still fine to feed the fish

to eliminate the moths who make us holey

believe me, my favorite sound is still …. squish

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ME and the Boss

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Young and Alive

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“Know that

there is often

hidden in us

a dormant poet,

always young

and alive.”

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― Paul de Musset

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Elfje:

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young

and alive

vibrant and dynamic

age does not matter

attitude

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Haiku:

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the whole world stops

lightening interrupts service

electric summer

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Poem:

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I did what my father did …

The robot took my job …

life took a downhill skid

even considered who to rob

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living on the government dole

growing old is no fun

with the cronies we console

tales told to see who can be outdone

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routine includes reading the obituaries

seeing the doctor a lot more often

wondering what happened to the contemporaries

hoping we will not be the forgotten

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as a child we could not wait

now we’re amazed at how time flew

was it our choice or was it fate

memories all covered in blue

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now it’s off to bed at eight

we don’t laugh at those wearing diapers

now it is dislike, never hate

we pause to listen to the pipers

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thank a Higher Power for a life well lived

gratitude that we did not get what we deserved

confident that we have finally arrived

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hopefully by us mankind has been served….

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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