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A Stretch Of The Imagination

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You’re a cavity in my oasis,
You’re a porthole in my sea,
You’re a stretch of the imagination
every time you look at me.

You’re an ocean in my wineglass,
You’re a Steinway on the beach,
You’re a captivating audience,
an exciting Rembrandt,

A Masterpiece.”

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~ Charlotte M. Liebel

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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imagine

mind’s eye

what could be

things yet dreamt of

envision

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Haiku:

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the birds have returned

spring looks forward to summer

nests are full of eggs

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Poem:

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lies, lies, lies
why must the alcoholic lie
the truth would be so simple
has it something to do with being a mental cripple

the brain is on backwards
life is lived in the negative
many take pride in being bad actors
for many it is in the genes, mostly inherited

lying to themselves, denial
lying to others, justification
their  most fervent prayer is for a mistrial
for family and friends it is just frustration

the drunk is anything but modest
trouble is he cannot get honest
he is addicted, body, mind and soul
a good argument for population control

if they want the help there is a way out
kind words spoken quietly, no need to shout
the miracles rely on a Higher Power
and a judicious using of ones willpower

willingness to change is the most difficult must
in himself he must learn to trust
following the suggestions there is a guarantee
to find a life that is happy, joyous and free

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ME and the Boss

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The Line Is Drawn

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“I think it’s the duty

of the comedian

to find out where

the line is drawn

and cross it deliberately.”

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~ George Carlin

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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laugh

bad jokes

silly faux pas

clowns, sidemen and slapstick

funny

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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blooming spring blossoms

pollen falls

air to thick to breathe

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Poem:

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Visa V

rare is the bean that flavors vanilla
most exclusive to the court of Victoria
grown from the orchid flower, not the Iris
they add egg to their cream in Paris

it is the sugar not the chocolate
eight ball in the side pocket
never kind enough to mother dear
breakfast of champions a bagel schmear

funny how the poem writes
it’s limits knows no heights
every word exhibits its own emotion
subtle innuendo or crazy comotion

the poem waits patiently to be written
knowing that the writer has been bitten
the topic as usual, life, love or death
do yourself a favor, don’t hold your breath

life being lived in a no man’s land
lovers walking hand in hand
death is usually unplanned

now the poem has covered all of the topics
time to get my hands out of my pockets.

ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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