Be Real – Have No Fear

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“The fear of poetry

is an indication

that we are

cut off from

our own reality.”

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― Muriel Rukeyser

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Elfje:

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fear

unknown future

feelings of angst

things you cannot control

reality

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Haiku:

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morning frost and fog

year end season transition

winter comes to call

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Poem:

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all decked out in a Santa outfit
waiting for the children on my lap to sit
trying to catch the magical holiday spirit
to the myth, the legend,  I am an adherent

please dear God don’t let the babies cry
doesn’t the whole world know I’m not a bad guy
potty stop visitors, my knee is not for peeing
joy everyone, even if it is just for the time being

must I be politically correct
can I allow my motives to be circumspect
can I suggest the reason for the season
will the thought police hang me for treason

Ho Ho Ho  … the Holy spirit has caught me
I accept this world as God wants it to be
do what you must to take care of your business
but we can never forget the meaning of Christmas

 

. ME and the Boss

breathe

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“breathe in

experience

breathe out

poetry”

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― Muriel Rukeyser

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Elfje:     (Cinquain)

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art

song, dance

whats your choice

hearts beating with joy

pleasure

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Haiku:

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spirit of all things

ethereal nature moves

the sound of silence

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Poem:

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she shouted from the other room
something about a flower in bloom

I turned on my selective hearing
my thoughts turned to disappearing

her insistence sounded like a request
or maybe a very small order at best

obviously my turn, should I answer
I felt I was being treated like a gandy dancer

another yelp and the tone became stern
just go on, do it, her affections to earn

I go before the queen, who gave me audience
years and tears have given me sapience

a man should know that a happy wife
gives him a very happy life . . .

ME and the Boss

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