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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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Money, Money, Money

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“There’s no money

in poetry,

but there’s

no poetry

in money, either”

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― Robert Graves

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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miracles

unexplainable coincidences

against all odds

answer to a prayer

blessings

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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undeserved blessings

miracles

manna from heaven

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Poem:

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up and down
emotions on a merry-go-round
reaching for the golden ring
riding on the yoyo string

good times bring the happy
setbacks deliver the crappy
the sick have absolutely no control
no escape from their funky hole

the shrink guesses, then writes
good drugs dispensed to calm the nights
the crazy will misuse and abuse
trying to make sense of Mother Goose

the addictive personality blooms
inspiration for sad cartoons
depression brings on thoughts of suicide
neuroses ebbing and flowing with the tide

feelings of love totally abandoned
conscious reality touched at random
who knows how many quietly suffer
battling demons who are much tougher

patience and tolerance, more is learned each day
if man survives, a cure may be found, we pray

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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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