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Not Quite Right

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“You see,

I am a poet,

and not quite right

in the head,

darling.

It’s only that.”

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~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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crazy

not right

aren’t we all

simply to what degree

left

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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ponder this topic

who’s insane

pot called kettle black

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Poem:

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if your in need of a good laugh
check out your yearbook photograph
whatever were we thinking then
like we knew every how and when

my oh my how the time goes past
for too many it is short and fast
the fortunate followed a long straight path
for some there was little left in the aftermath

the smart learn from their own mistakes
relying on luck to make their breaks
the wise learn from the mistakes of others
if only we would have listened to our mothers

children no longer listen to learn
parents too busy to show their concern
too many good lessons left on the bookshelf
they need to learn that history does repeat itself

Roman, Ottoman and Habsburg, they all collapsed
the age old argument on who should be taxed
history used to be written by the winners
today, twitter is writing it before it happens

it’s the future generations success that they are spending
I pray o’ Lord, let me see a happy ending

 

 

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ME and the Boss.

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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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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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