Maturity Required

 

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“You must have

a certain amount

of maturity

to be a poet.

Seldom do sixteen-year-olds

know themselves

well enough.”

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~Erica Jong

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)         (Classic, each word only one syllable.)

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dumb

don’t know

can’t find out

which way is up

young

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

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tagged with graffiti

anger was his first response

gangs advertisement

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Poem:

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there was this song in my heart
I just could not get it out of my head
it was a feeling I could not get rid of
it had something to do with being in love

it was then that you walked into the room
the happy feelings began to bloom
had the words just needed a melody
harps and trumpets, something heavenly

not my talent, to impatient
I just don’t understand the relation
notes and rhythm to match the words
think I’ll just let singing to the birds

that still leaves me with the feelings for you
I want to be on a lake with you in my canoe
then I hear me strumming my out of tune guitar
the whole picture becomes hazy and bizarre

darn it, shucks, dang blam it, another failure
I know that I will never understand this behavior
despite the ruckus, there is one thing that is true
I will always and forever be in love with you

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ME and the Boss

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A Witch’s Brew

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“Poetry operates

by hints and

dark suggestions.

It is full of secrets

and hidden formulae,

like a witch’s brew.”

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     ~   Anthony Hecht
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Elfje:            (Cinquain)         

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poet

a word

what could be

a song to sing

poem

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7
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a birthday today
God blessed him to live this long
now older than  dirt

pleasant memories abound
a simple life lived with love

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Poem:

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The only truth we have
is the real life we have lived
haim, life in Hebrew, to the rav
from memory the past is derived

ego’s pride makes up the lies
the false life we wanted to live
trying to avoid the booby prize
avoiding effort we needed to give

was it real or was it a dream
times swift pace makes life a blur
layers of reality from a deep running stream
ambitions which events had us defer

Tomorrow, God granted,
will we live the truth
with real can we be contented
or must we seek the fountain of youth

don’t waste time waiting for the last dance
if you are given that last chance
live a life that you want to be true
a life with no lies is easy to review

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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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