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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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A Cold Bed

“…few young poets

[are] testing their poems

against the ear.

They’re writing

for the page,

and the page,

let me tell you,

is a cold bed.”

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~ Stanley Kunitz

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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trees

sugar maple

pine, spruce, cedar

homes for animals, people

forest

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Haiku:

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purring cat cuddles

fireplace fends off winter chill

moon highlights snowfall

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Poem:

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why is my brain on backward
why do I think such negative thoughts
why am I so socially awkward
why is my stomach always tied up in knots

born that way
mother nurtured
straight or gay
forever disconcerted

learning to live with the hand that was dealt
knowing that it’s human to have emotions
intuitive feelings that are truly heartfelt
an integral part of the daily devotions

the here and now
one day at a time
show me how
the steps I must climb

starting a new habit takes ninety days
to thine own self be honest and true
listen well, be one of the good proteges
smile at yourself when you finally come to

keep it simple
know your motives
let the eyes twinkle
repeat the votives

never forget that the world is full of others
the morning and evening begin with gratitude
there are many souls that you may call brothers
it is always better to be seen than to be viewed

kindness is never servitude
love arrows are very swift
happiness is an attitude
and life is a precious gift

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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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