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“Forgive, O Lord,
my little jokes
on Thee
And I’ll forgive
Thy great big one
on me.”
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~ Robert Frost
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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bounced
zigged zagged
off the wall
not a straight line
deflected
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Senryu: 5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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laughter filled the room
old memories remembered
new memories made
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Poem:
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as he sat on his stool
at the corner of the bar
he regaled his audience
with stories about his car.
been there done that
drove straight through
wife and kids saw the monument
he was stuck to the motel bed with glue
pipe dreams, he never owned a car
imagination, he was never ever married
the kids grew up just fine, so he said
his listeners knew his stories as varied
lost in his brew by two
time to go home and take a nap
the lean-to in the woods was comfortable
his blanket was made of burlap
the pub crew called him crazy behind his back
the proprietor was concerned with his smell
everyone chipped in to pay his tab
he was ok, off of his seat he never fell
he was a quiet drunk, very easy to ignore
no one was concerned on the days he was missing
most were quite glad they didn’t have to listen
they had their own tales of reminiscing
dear God, how many souls have we lost
drowned in the dreams of sociable drinking
lies to be told when the eulogy is read
does anyone care what their mothers are thinking
bless the few who are lucky enough to recover
sad endings are too many to brush aside
the homeless, the suicides, the lost souls
safe in my home I do not hear those who have cried
my poem is a plea for everyone’s concern
put your heart into action, satisfaction to earn
do not neglect the souls who are lost
if we all strive together it will be worth the cost
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Michael_e
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ME and the Boss
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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com
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