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Similes And Metaphors

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“Where to start?

Everything cracks and shakes,

The air trembles with similes,

No one world’s better than another;

the earth moans with metaphors.”

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~ Osip Mandelstam

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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simile

as like

not compared to

word variations that confuse

metaphor

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

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light as a feather

a heart ecstatic with love

lost to the world

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Poem:

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twenty eight days to change a habit
not true if you happen to be a rabbit
for some changes can be very difficult
unless they are brainwashed by a religious cult

an addictive habit is double the trouble
an altered ego cannot get humble
will power is usually the weakest power
the addiction seeks the soul to devour

alcoholics suggest ninety meetings in ninety days
for some it was two years to break through the haze
forget the will power, rely on a Higher Power
see a new life bloom like a flower

promises, promises received when not drinking
learning to recognize the stinking thinking
a life lived and loved one day at a time
reality discovered within the sublime

get out of that rut, think outside of the box
follow the man who walks the walk
be that person God wants you to be
learn to live happy, joyous and free

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ME and the Boss

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What You Really Think

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“Poetry is not an expression

of the party line.

It’s that time of night,

lying in bed,

thinking

what you really think,

making the private world public,

that’s what the poet does.”

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~ Allen Ginsberg

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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private

my story

who I am

what I want to be                   (One too many … but who cares ? ? ?)

personal

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Haiku:

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rain, rain go away

come again some other day

today’s game is called

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Poem:    mother’s day

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mother always said
there is no such thing as free
she always knew what was in my head
she even knew when I had to pee

mothers intuition I later learned
passed on from mother to mother
with our welfare she was concerned
gifts of love we learned to give one another

the neighborhood hot line was very speedy
she knew what was done before we got home
no need in trying to be sneaky
she said she heard it from the garden gnome

her artistic touch brightened our world
stories about us made the grandchildren laugh
the time when aunt Mickey had our hair curled
memories shared with an old photograph

mothers deserve more than one day
cherish yours while you still can
know that hers is a price we can never repay
love doesn’t work on the installment plan

love is not free, so we all must work for it
when in doubt, just copy your mother’s wit

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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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