Real Dreams

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“Faith is the poetry

of our dreams;

action is the builder

of our reality.”

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~  Steve Maraboli

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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truth

fully evident

cannot be denied

forever etched in stone

reality

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Haiku:

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icy chill, snowflakes

earth being held by winter’s grip

nature hibernates

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Poem:

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sunlight on the wings of a butterfly
summer sounds of bees and birds
nature’s magnificence one cannot deny
all mighty creation to glorify
comparisons at a loss for words

human vision pales inadequate
images that the artist attempt to capture
each and every day a cause to celebrate
God laughs as we try to prognosticate
time to stop thinking, enjoy the rapture

universe reduced to mathematical perfection
wavelengths that color the rainbow
mirror, mirror, whose reflection
emotions the only imperfection
an occasional mind like Leonardo or Thoreau

whose world is this anyway
can there ever be an honest legislature
is there a replacement for religion
does one need faith to file a petition
will man ever harmonize with nature

will man eventually destroy his domain
what is the true meaning of armageddon
were all humans born with the mark of Cain
can we be content with the mundane
shall we let peace cry out to heaven

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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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It Is There

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“. . .criticism is to poetry

as air is to a noise:

it allows it to be heard;

and even if we can’t see it

or feel it, it is there,

shaping how we hear.”

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~ Annie Finch

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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aroma

wafting through

the open window

nature’s most fragrant perfume

jasmine

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Haiku:

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morning dew befalls

hiding natures fall colors

tears dried by the sun

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Poem:

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poetry is prayer and meditation
asking for guidance without citation
hearing answers, God’s narration

experience guides how you think
inspiration supplies the missing link
words that make the writer look prink

when facing a blank sheet of paper
don’t argue with the Great Creator
just trust the ultimate magic maker

words that appear out of the rainbow
sit back, listen, go with the flow
watch the lines begin to grow

oh what pleasure to hear the rhyme
heavenly bells begin to chime
word pictures become poetry sublime

everyone is a poet they say
each in their own very unique way
just sit, write and pray

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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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