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Sprout Wings

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“Following dark winter’s strife,

a warm air rises,

teemed with life.

Birth, rebirth,

as the waiting die.

Old love, new love

sprouts wings to fly.”


― Phar West Nagle

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Elfje: Cinquain

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fly

on wings

sail the sky

to chase the wind

soar

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Tanka: 5,7,5 . 7,7 syllables per line

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another season

the Creator does not fail

a time to adjust

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all animals must adapt

man is not an exception

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Poem:

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paid the bills, no money left over
only dreams of being in the clover
contemplating what to do when I win the lotto
you just wait has been my motto

dreams with no action never work
believing in good luck is just a quirk
to put that cherry on the banana split
maybe tomorrow I’ll get around to it

what’s not to enjoy about living
glad to multiply the joy by giving
having a family by birth or by choice
just too many reasons to rejoice

do we really need a reason for being
what if we all were just dreaming
forget the questions, let your soul soar
know that happiness is rewarded by more

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ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com/

https://meandtheboss.com/

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Influenced By Fools

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“Gonna change

my way of thinking,

make myself a different

set of rules.

Gonna put

my good foot forward

and stop being

influenced by fools.”

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~   Bob Dylan

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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rule

lord over

exercise control upon

important or conspicuous person

dominance

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7

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shy, wary, timid

evading the predators

life or death matter

natures built in defenses

survival of the fittest

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Poem:

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raised by a pack of fools,
set adrift in no mans land
his crown was void of jewels
he starred as a one man band

he set out with a pack of mules
his language was eventually banned
took his bath in muddy water pools
never a day that he could call bland

his alone were the only rules,
there wasn’t a competing brand
never a mascot for any schools
from every job he had he was canned

he leant his name to the dunces stools
his belief was that his life was grand
God had given him all the necessary tools
Nature provided everything at hand

to the hobo he became a legend
his kindness was never questioned
his life’s goal was to find the promised land
he knew that no one else would understand

he finally settled down in a place he called heaven
made a fortune by selling it to Seven-Eleven
he went back on the road without a care
with his wandering friends he did share

despite the start,
his ending was perfect
his shibboleth:
life is a journey none can predict

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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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