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Vast Eternity

“But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.”


~ Andrew Marvel

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Elfje: Cinquain

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eat

a meal

can you cook

spud, meat and bread

food

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Haiku:

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colorful flowers

attracting ants, bees and me

with sweet aromas

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Poem:

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the horseshoe above the door was facing down
my luck had fallen to the ground
up the ladder with hammer in hand
was this the portal to Alice’s wonderland

it was a tap, tap, tap on the tack
step on a crack you break your mother’s back
righted the horseshoe without hitting my thumb
could I walk, talk and chew bubble gum

superstitions growing out of old wives tales
nevermind is to ignore the minor details
the poem is seeking something metaphorical
the only help that I can give is strictly rhetorical

to sit in rapture, to muse and ponder
how much time does a poet squander
back to the luck which is now on the ground
the old sage said that if I am prepared it can again be found

so to be prepared one needs to read more
one cannot expect life to come through the back door
love we know comes in through the window
it is death who uses the back door for his innuendo

be ready Freddy, keep the front door unlocked
keep your notebook of good ideas well stocked
may your horseshoe always be turned upward
and let today’s dessert be your favorite custard

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“Luck Is What Happens When Preparation Meets Opportunity”.
This quote is attributed to the Roman philosopher Seneca.

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As The Wind Blows

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“Write as

the wind blows

and command

all words

like an army!”

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~ Hilaire Belloc

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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go

this way

and that way

as the wind blows

flow

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

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they would not, could not

show any true emotions

children of abuse

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Poem:

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he awoke from a pleasant dream
lying  softly next to a gurgling stream
life was going good or so it seemed
actually better than he had ever dreamed

there was a time when things were bleak
his soul was lost he thought he was unique
his life was held in the grip of an addiction
humbled to his knees with a life of dereliction

a disease that is physical, mental and spiritual
to a cure which is in the realm of metaphorical
beyond self help it takes a collaboration
shown a pathway by the healed’s affirmation

following their suggestions he became humble
he salvaged a life that was about to crumble
promises made, promises kept
life is no struggle when you learn to accept

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ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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