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The Romantic Kitchen

 

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“She’s always looking

for poetry and passion

and sensitivity,

the whole Romantic kitchen.

I live on a rather simpler diet.

Prose and pudding?”

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~  John Fowles

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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gifts

genetically predisposed

nurture versus nature

physical, mental, emotional, spiritual

inherited

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Haiku:

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icy wind chills bones

onion snow covers the ground

spring is put on hold

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Poem:

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How do you know when you’re growing old
can you become to tired to think
from nose to toes always cold
so crazy there’s no need to call the shrink

How do you know when you’re growing old
remember tenth grade, can’t remember lunch
or enjoying to ignore what you’re being told
the old arteries that are now made of clunch

How do you know when you’re growing old
the curmudgeon quietly chuckles with glee
more than one tooth filed with gold
odor blind to self,  to others he smells like pee

How do you know when your growing old
the younger generation thinks you know nothing
a danger to self and others you are told
you live with memories of things worth loving

How do you know when you are growing old
Beats me,
but I’ll let you know when I get there

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ME and the Boss

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All The Same

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“I am a student of life,

and don’t want to miss

any experience.

There’s poetry in this

sort of thing, you know-

-or perhaps you don’t know,

but it’s all the same.”

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~ H.P. Lovecraft

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Elfje:

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happenings

life’s experiences

agony and ecstacy

forming a sensual legacy

memories

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Haiku:

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thunder and lightning

nature’s opulent display

even while snowing

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Poem:

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can you see it

I don’t see it

maybe it is there

I just don’t care

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the seer leads by suuggestion

noises from hidden speakers

the place brings on a queasy indigestion

the seance features unknown creatures

 

she attempts to  tells us the future

the crystal ball begins to glow

the air begins to turn a slight bit cooler

my mind begins to dance the fandango

 

I could no longer stifle the laugh

the table began to tremble and rise

it lent credence to my choreograph

I could not  wait for the next surprise

 

frustrated, she turned everything off

the castanets in my head became quiet

she ushered us out saying mazal tov

hurry, we don’t want to start a riot

 

I still can’t see the supernatural

think I’ll just stick with what is factual

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ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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