Tag Archives: Robert Frost

Forgive Me

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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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Poetry Is Not Free

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“I’ve given offense

by saying I’d as soon

write free verse

as play tennis

with the net down.”

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~ Robert Frost

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Elfje:

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sweet
perfect food
Great Creators gift
Nature provides the nectar
honey

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Haiku:

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weeds are but flowers
that cannot grow in a row
and not where wanted

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Poem:

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do I need an hour to be happy ? ? ?
are we the animal social ? ? ?
small talk and being chatty
a habit, a routine, devotional

using a libation to open up
inhibitions and morals erased
deluded to drink from the loving cup
dreams and thoughts that are not chaste

and then comes the morning after
do I remember being happy
tears of regret drown out the laughter
the mind stretched like pulled taffy

introduced to a new way of living
choosing to be happy all of the time
turned from self centered to giving
from the grandiose to the sublime

every day filled with laughter
a sober life is all that matters

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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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