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“Poets aren’t
very useful.
Because they
aren’t consumeful
or very produceful.”
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~ Ogden Nash
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Elfje: (Cinquain) classic: each word only one syllable
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verse
a rhyme
ode to love
a song of praise
hymn
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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a heart filled with hate
a childhood that was awful
God gave him a chance
she taught him to love himself
they shared a loving spirit
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Poem:
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just another God given day
another chance to have fun and play
to be thankful for the blessings received
almost too good to be believed
rain or shine it is all about the attitude
happy are those who have gratitude
be kind and love unconditionally
every tribe finds it traditionally
every event is a God given blessing
a salad covered with your favorite dressing
time flies when you are having fun
always best shared with a loved one
have your mind stay in today and enjoy
let friends and laughter be your favorite toy
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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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“Be not
inhospitable
to strangers,
lest they be
angels in disguise.”
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~ W B Yeats
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Elfje: (Cinquain) classic: each word only one syllable
.
death
last breath
to the end
those left to grieve
dead
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
.
he loved her so much
spirits entwined to the end
he was left to grieve
a generation now gone
time does not wait for a soul
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Poem:
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Death, the poets greatest fear
the thought of losing someone so dear
always searching for the meaning of life
the heart wounded by an emotional knife
why that person, why not me
the only human with whom I could agree
their unwavering love knew no limits
souls that were touched by holy spirits
never alone, their echoes live in our hearts
lonely because the laughter never starts
unknown triggers renew the grief
inner turmoil caused by an emotional thief
let the tears flow, they cleanse the soul
because we know for whom the bells toll
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ME and my dearest Boss
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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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