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“The same words
conceal and declare
the thoughts of men.”
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~ Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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hide
and seek
subliminal mind games
God knows your thoughts
exposed
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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politics aside
they must run
egomaniacs
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Poem:
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was it love or was it lust
my heart I could not trust
the primal urges exploded
my addicted brain yelled more
thoughts that I could not ignore
my gene pool overloaded
emotional needs never discussed
physical satisfaction was a must
the morals were completely eroded
fantasies and conquests keeping score
deeds normal people would deplore
to selfish needs I was devoted
I regarded myself with distrust
knowing what I was doing was unjust
I was the person to be avoided
came and went through the back door
rarely was I asked to do an encore
answers to my advances were pre recorded
no, not tonight, no, never, you slime ball
if I need a headache I give you a call
finally became tired of all the rejection
met a man who taught me to listen
with a new way of living I’ve been smitten
I’ve learned to communicate with affection
growing old has become a blessing
words of love gladly expressing
in the mirror I like the reflection
learning to love has had it’s rewards
making friends from this day forwards
universal love my only selection
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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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“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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