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I’m History . . . . . . (call me witty)

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“Histories make men wise;

poets, witty;

the mathematics, subtle;

natural philosophy, deep;

logic and rhetoric,

able to contend.”

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― Francis Bacon

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Elfje:        (Cinquain)

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story

repeated orally

twice told tales

biased towards the winner

history

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Haiku:

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calm before the storm

dark clouds crowd the horizon

birds seek still refuge

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Poem:

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the poet wanted to get serious
the poem wanted to have fun
the poet said I’m curious
the poem said let’s hit and run

people are amusing
do animals  really laugh
individuals are really confusing
could a pig pass a polygraph

most young like to play games
most old become slow and cantankerous
most living things enjoy riding trains
and when the ride stops, all are rancorous

to have real fun let’s become a bully
politicians are a real easy target
gross prevarication practiced anally
all those promises they soon forget

let’s not exclude the actors and actresses
money and fame makes them real experts
what do they know about checks and balances
their ranks filled with just too many perverts

a high shot at the talking heads and fake news
can’t distinguish between reporting and opinion
huge egos protecting politically correct views
Wall Street and big pharma buying their minion

glad we had this time to have some fun
aren’t you glad we didn’t pick on you
hopefully fun will never ever be done
so here’s to looking for you in the zoo

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ME and the Boss

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True Poems Flee

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“To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry,
though never in a Book
it lie —
True Poems flee —”

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~ Emily Dickinson

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Elfje: (Cinquain)

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flee

open heart

mind set free

kindness, happiness, love, me

freedom

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Haiku:

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natures bright beauty

obvious, no camouflage

for all to enjoy

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Poem:

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every man his own song
a tune always remembered
forgotten words, just hum along
a happy soul unencumbered

first learned on mothers lap
upon playgrounds in grade school
mouth hidden by a baseball cap
whatever it took to be real cool

reminders of the first love
sock hop dances at the “y”
cooing like a mourning dove
songs like American pie

1812 Overture, Bolero
doo wop to jazz
a little song sparrow
and all that razzmatazz

we all love shower room acoustics
even the saddest music can make one happy
pencils make wonderful drum sticks
mesmerized by the tune that is catchy

sing your favorite song
find a friend, enjoy polyphony
let your heart beat strong
delight in life’s fine harmony

be someone’s sunshine
and
know that
the music will never die

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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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