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‘We write
for the same reason
that we walk, talk,
climb mountains or
swim the oceans –
because we can….
that’s why we dare
to love someone –
because we have the impulse
to explain who we are.”
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~ Maya Angelou
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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come
to me
let’s be free
do what we please
go
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Haiku:
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stuck between seasons
what to wear is confusing
hot, cold, breezy, calm
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Poem:
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choices, to laugh or to cry
don’t ask me why
judged to be good or bad
you may jiggle the doodad
color me black or white
good night, out of sight
my sides are right and left
stay away from the cuckoos nest
living in a world that makes no sense
too many bodies that won’t give two cents
souls languishing in a netherland limbo
identities sought by becoming a pinko
everyone shouting, nobody listening
senses numbed by negative conditioning
whatever will become of this world
flags of unborn nations yet unfurled
is there a solution to the puzzle
will there be an end to the trouble
will man forever have to live in fear
will there be a mother left to wipe away the tear
pray that tomorrow the sun will rise
that peace will be restored by the wise
that man will live to be civilized
that no soul will be disenfranchised
harmony, goodwill and friendship will prevail
just believe in a real fairytale
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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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“Reclaiming the sacred
in our lives
naturally brings us
close once more to
the wellsprings of poetry.”
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― Robert Bly
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Elfje:
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indecision
teeter totter
on the fence
make up your mind
limbo
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Haiku:
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torrential downpour
more rain than the ground can hold
spring gully washer
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Poem:
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the table levitated at the seance
from this world to another by conveyance
how many souls are there in limbo
is there a special place for the hero
when the body dies is there a lingering spirit
while channeling must one be coherent
did parapsychology invent the poltergeist
such supernatural talk the bane of the theist
the backward collar a symbol of the clerical
a uniform designed by the monks chimerical
did Serling invent the twilight zone
do you know what they will put on your tombstone
can you differentiate between the nightmare and the dream
did Edvard Munch picture you when he painted the scream
the supernatural tale relies on the final twist
the question is: do we really exist . . . ? ? ?
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
https://michaelerb.wordpress.com
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