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Get Drunk

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“One should always be drunk.

That’s all that matters…

But with what?

With wine, with poetry,

or with virtue,

as you chose.

But get drunk.”

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~ Charles Baudelaire

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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hesitate

pregnant pause

take your time

maybe yes, maybe no

procrastination

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7

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admitted the crime

ought to be a civil law

just laughed at the judge

 

people take themselves serious

can’t put a price on feelings

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Poem:

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the opposite of bad is good
the place where most heroes stood

a life lived with conscientious integrity
never a question about the morality
a head held high with dignity

a smile, a kind word, always exuding goodness
every decision and action guided by virtuousness
promises made, promises kept, trustworthiness
to a Higher Power given his righteousness

every days effort completed with propriety
simple, sincere and transparent honesty
every soul treated with decency

accolades and cudos won with merit
traits that all of our sons should inherit

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ME and the Boss

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Because We Can

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‘We write

for the same reason

that we walk, talk,

climb mountains or

swim the oceans –

because we can….

that’s why we dare

to love someone –

because we have the impulse

to explain who we are.”

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~ Maya Angelou

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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come

to me

let’s be free

do what we please

go

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Haiku:

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stuck between seasons

what to wear is confusing

hot, cold, breezy, calm

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Poem:

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choices, to laugh or to cry
don’t ask me why

judged to be good or bad
you may jiggle the doodad

color me black or white
good night, out of sight

my sides are right and left
stay away from the cuckoos nest

living in a world that makes no sense
too many bodies that won’t give two cents

souls languishing in a netherland limbo
identities sought by becoming a pinko

everyone shouting, nobody listening
senses numbed by negative conditioning

whatever will become of this world
flags of unborn nations yet unfurled

is there a solution to the puzzle
will there be an end to the trouble

will man forever have to live in fear
will there be a mother left to wipe away the tear

pray that tomorrow the sun will rise
that peace will be restored by the wise

that man will live to be civilized
that no soul will be disenfranchised

harmony, goodwill and friendship will prevail
just believe in a real fairytale

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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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