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Sweetly Played

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“My love is like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June:

My love is like the melody

That’s sweetly played in tune.

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~ Robert Burns

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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tune

musical creation

voice or instrument

pleasing the savage soul

melody

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

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celebrate your soul

where compassion arises

thoughts that make one whole

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Poem:

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headache from the rap music
a generation to be hard of hearing
definitely not thinking lucid
only to the most primal endearing

trying to exercise some tolerance
watching the noise flaunt their money
trying to ignore their arrogance
so too serious that it is almost funny

tattoos crying I have no self esteem
what’s with the pants down to the knees
negativity, hate and killing a major theme
a vocabulary that doesn’t include thank you or please

whatever happened to decent moral values
with less gratitude they expect more
it seems that the shock value is what really sells
words and actions almost impossible to ignore

respect is demanded, never earned
banging, clanging rap is even in the commercials
sitting at the red light all heads are turned
twenty four seven they live in the rehearsals

thank God electronics have saved the oldies
what is gold and platinum shall never tarnish
styles of music that won’t ever need apologies
listening to sweet melodies that most can cherish

tunes you can hum, words that convey love
maybe even a beat that you can dance to
poetic lyrics sung by angels from above
patience, the evil shall meet their waterloo

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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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Just One Person

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“The purpose of poetry

is to remind us /

how difficult it is

to remain

just one person…”

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― Czesław Miłosz

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Elfje:     (Cinquain)

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dexterous

many hats

will try anything

with multi faceted personality

confused

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Haiku:

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morning chill brings fog

fall colors portend winter

mother natures sleep

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Poem:

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The mind is the key
To a Higher Power I plea

I am but a steward of theUni-verse
Deigned not to do the perverse

Mother nature to protect
Nor my body to neglect

Acknowledging that the soul dwells
beautifully adorned in light pastels

In the heart of all who pray
For however long or short their stay

The mind is the enigma
Choices are what grow the stigma

The mind must humbly respect
So that the body and soul will reflect

A life that could not be any greater
A life that is worthy of the Creator

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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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