But Only Tired

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“I was not sorrowful,

but only tired

Of everything that

ever I desired.”

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~ Ernest Dowson

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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fragrant

smells good

stimulates the imagination

pleasures for all senses

aromatic

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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seeing you again

dreams relived

old feelings renewed

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Poem:

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can you hear it, the song of the universe
music that stirs every atom of the heart
chords and melodies your being to immerse
every emotion intent on feeling its part

can you see it, heaven aglow with brilliant stars
their dancing choreographed with every note
glittering light reflected by brilliant feldspar’s
words softly sung through a velvet throat

can you feel it, a touch of heavens euphony
sounds that touch the ends of each nerve
every tone becomes a celebrated jubilee
sung by pure voices that angels serve

can you smell it, fragrances carried by varied sounds
from idyllic pastures to the cannons roar
music knows its place, from forefront to backgrounds
every nuance designed to make the spirits soar

can you taste it, songs that stir the imagination
from the ice cream truck to the commercial jingle
a symphony written as a part of the creation
when you are in tune it will make your spine tingle

let the music of the universe invade your  being
allow the children’s laughter to be your first sign
permit your body, mind and soul to be set freeing
enable yourself and the universe to align

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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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Sweetly Played

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“My love is like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June:

My love is like the melody

That’s sweetly played in tune.”

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~ Robert Burns

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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tune

musical creation

voice or instrument

pleasing the savage soul

melody

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

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celebrate your soul

where compassion arises

thoughts that make one whole

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Poem:

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headache from the rap music
a generation to be hard of hearing
definitely not thinking lucid
only to the most primal endearing

trying to exercise some tolerance
watching the noise flaunt their money
trying to ignore their arrogance
so too serious that it is almost funny

tattoos crying I have no self esteem
what’s with the pants down to the knees
negativity, hate and killing a major theme
a vocabulary that doesn’t include thank you or please

whatever happened to decent moral values
with less gratitude they expect more
it seems that the shock value is what really sells
words and actions almost impossible to ignore

respect is demanded, never earned
banging, clanging rap is even in the commercials
sitting at the red light all heads are turned
twenty four seven they live in the rehearsals

thank God electronics have saved the oldies
what is gold and platinum shall never tarnish
styles of music that won’t ever need apologies
listening to sweet melodies that most can cherish

tunes you can hum, words that convey love
maybe even a beat that you can dance to
poetic lyrics sung by angels from above
patience, the evil shall meet their waterloo

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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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