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Paradiso

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“It is difficult

to write a paradiso

when all the superficial

indications are that

you ought to write

an apocalypse.”

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~ Ezra Pound

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Elfje:           (Cinquain)

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Eden

perfect love

heaven’s holy realm

the hearts inner circle

paradise

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Haiku:

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gentle cooling breeze

golden leaves begin to fall

fields yield their harvest

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Poem:

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mumbling through a foggy dream
sleep walking on a balance beam
haunted by many past indiscretions
practicing the giving of false impressions

never satisfied with the life I lived
envious of those who have so much to give
of material things I was jealous
resentful or those whose lives were zealous

found some steps to show me the way
a path that lead me out of the gray
lead by an unlikely band of kindred spirit
positive souls with spunk and merit

who knew that life could begin again
a reason to live, new purposes to attain
a disease that can be put into remission
a Higher Power’s will brought to fruition

ever mindful of the built in forgetter
off to a meeting to help me get better
always thankful for that fateful God incident
knowing that it was not a simple coincident

being positive, being the person my God wants me to be
a soul lucky enough to be happy, joyous and free

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ME and the Boss

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No Mistakes

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“There is

no poetry

where

there are

no mistakes.”

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― Joy Harjo

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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mistakes

often made

only an artist

does so on purpose

abstract

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Haiku:

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ponds bright reflection

beautiful white lilies bloom

summer sun holds sway

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Poem:

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what lies over the yonder horizon
another sea ruled by Poseidon
forest, desert or snow capped mountain
or possibly that youthful fountain

a skyline that separates earth from sky
the shape is round one cannot deny
for some the future lies in that distant place
the end of the rainbow they do chase

the explorer seeks what is over there
dashing off on a wish and a prayer
hardly a care for what is left behind
hoping a treasure they will find

most souls never notice the horizon
never search the sky for Orion
life is lived right under their nose
the whole world exist under their toes

can you be the poet, the dreamer
the wannabe, the schemer
expand your world, make it widen
search for both sides of the horizon

 

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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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