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My Bursting Heart

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My

bursting heart

must find vent

at my pen.”

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~ Abigail Adams

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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feelings

heart felt

tears of sorrow

tears of unrestrained joy

emotions

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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anticipating

why worry

what will be will be

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Poem:

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the stick became a gun
I had no idea that I was having fun
the agile best could catch butterflies
mud puddles were the ultimate grand prize

a childhood so totally innocent
a mostly unconscious participant
schools best time was always recess
let the grown ups worry about the progress

good directions from family, church and school
I ignored it all and became a fool
adding alcohol only inflamed the fire
the devil was preaching to my choir

stumbled through a life with no rhyme, no reason
year after year in my prime a no win season
a past strewn with emotional wreckage
forever ignoring the obvious presage

saved by what I call a God incident
it could only be a God coincidence
shown the doors where the drunks recover
a whole new life was given for me to discover

I will not forget the past or shut the door on it
accepting God’s world as He sees fit
trying to become a renaissance man
giving back freely whenever I can

fun and games has taken on a new meaning
including a daily exercise to do a soul cleaning
every day without a drink is a win win season
to do God’s will has become the reason

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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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What Do You Miss ?

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“When you finally

go back to your

old hometown,

you find it wasn’t

the old home you missed

but your childhood.”

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~  Sam Ewing

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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recollections

things remembered

people, places, things

good, bad, happy, sad

memories

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7

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mountains turning red

geese formations flying south

squirrels hiding nuts

 

nature prepares for winter

chilling winds forecast the change

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Poem:

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the bus stopped a block away
in the wrong direction
a two mile walk to school

clothes were well worn
but always clean
couldn’t afford to dress real cool

the future was a wish and a prayer
mostly fulfilling Mother’s dream
she always started with the Golden Rule

lived my life during a wonderful era
it started with the end of World War II
men on the moon and nuclear fuel

then things began to change
banks and businesses too big to fail
greed enlarged the human cesspool

politicians ran on egos, not on skills
dumbed down education, no civics class
proclaiming themselves the Lords of misrule *

they failed to follow the most obvious lesson
history repeats itself, human nature prevails
they govern from their seat on the dunce’s stool

the future is still a wish and a prayer
the rich and the powerful buying their way
immune from the press’s scorn and ridicule

Whatever happened to the Golden Rule ? ? ?

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*The Lord of misrule is the master of ceremonies at Christmas celebrations.
Politicians get re-elected by giving gifts (contracts and entitlements.)

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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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