A Moment’s Thought

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“I said:

‘A line will take us

hours maybe;

Yet if it does not seem

a moment’s thought,

Our stitching and unstitching

has been naught.”

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― William Butler Yeats

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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idea

problem solved

if it works

put to the test

hypothesis

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Haiku:

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snow melts on the roof

icicles hang from the eaves

storms cold reminders

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Poem:

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family stories handed down
characters and events
a legacy of disputed renown
all told using  phoney accents

the uncle who was the clown
the pioneers who lived in tents
the forest that they all cut down
the ones who worked for presidents

the maker of her own wedding gown
the aunt who gave the best presents
a horse thief who lost a showdown
the old homestead with the picket fence

embellished by generations on down
who among us can dispute their contents
never a sad face, dry eye or a frown
will future scions have a laugh at my expense

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ME and the Boss.

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The Language Of The Soul

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“Poetry is the language of the soul;

Poetic Prose, the language of my heart.

Each line must flow as in a song,

and strike a chord that rings forever.

To me, words are music!”

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― Lori R. Lopez

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Elfje:           (Cinquain)

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swearing

in vain

not an oath

very poor language skills

vulgarities

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Haiku:

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crickets loud chirping

pollen thick enough to see

soon summer will bloom

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Poem:

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he skipped the rock across the pond
reflecting how his life did the same
with each touch ripples were spawned
like scions to carry on the family name

the undulations distorted his reflection
his memory was likewise confused
wandering, he sought some direction
his soul was very tired and abused

he was not growing old gracefully
he regretted the youth he had wasted
the ego was always acting ostentatiously
his habit was to always be inebriated

could there be another way of living
would another fox hole prayer work
should the world be forgiving
was this the prelude to going berserk

in real life there are no coincidences
a man with a plan crossed his path
just another of God’s mysterious incidents
a solution to calming his insane wrath

there was a book to give him guidance
a fellowship to welcome him home
he learned to live within the silence
how to survive the complex syndrome

holding on to his new found discovery
enjoying the life of a blessed recovery

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ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.com

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