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The Blood of Poets

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“I bleed myself to be your
drink:

Is not the blood of poets
~ ink?”

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~ William Soutar

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Butterfly Cinquain: a nine-line “syllabic” form with the pattern
two, four, six, eight, two, eight, six, four, two.

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flower
brightly colored
a pleasant aroma
butterfly, hummingbird visit
garden
tender care a labor of love
heart and soul aesthetic
grateful pleasure
God’s gift

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Haiku:   my poetic license; seven, five, seven.

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pupae become butterflies

pollinate flowers

God’s symbiotic world

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Poem:

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the game was never played
except in the minds eye
the field and rules were unmade
the only ball ended in a pop fly

all were guaranteed to be a winner
an unreal blood and guts fantasy
every round started with a new beginner
the only goal was to prevent a travesty

the philosophers coined the word government
the game was to be played on neutral ground
the two sides conspired to a secret covenant
to keep each other rich, safe and sound

they tried to emulate Gulliver’s travels
they invented the company too big to fail
they elected the judge and paid for his gavel
all suspicions ended as being an old wives tale

they selected a pitcher who was never drafted
he had enough money of his own
the old guard was unceremoniously shafted
the queen lost her dynastic throne

the cries of the poet went unheeded
they believed that the talking heads
were all that was needed
the game collapsed, all were left in the dregs

history has repeated
biographers took sides
everyone cheated
shifted with the tides

will there be anyone left to read the leaves
taking odds on the color and slant of the eyes
maybe a religion that rewards the thieves
will the unlucky survivors need a disguise

what is it about human nature
that honesty is demanded only of others
more unenforceable rules from legislature
lip service that calls us all brothers

tis a story that will never end
as long as man draws a breath
his pride and ego cannot comprehend
if lucky, he’ll endure a civil death

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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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Set the Darkness Echoing

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“I rhyme

To see myself,

to set the

darkness echoing.”

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~ Seamus Heaney

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Elfje: (Cinquain)

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green

cows chewing

farmer forever mowing

eventually it becomes milk

grass

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Haiku:

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smell freshly mown grass

see the storm clouds gathering

hear the summer buzz

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Poem:

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the boys of summer play their game
aspirations of reaching the hall of fame
the girls they have a league of their own
amazing how fast the pitches are thrown

fanatics root for the home team side
win or lose they show their pride
peanuts and crackerjacks at exorbitant prices
tasteless pizza served by the slices

fresh air and sunshine a good excuse
the scorecard as a remembrance to use
win or lose it was good family face time
remember the heroes when in their prime

whose the best ? ? ?
harmless discussions to become embroiled
definitely better than “a good walk spoiled*”

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*Thanks to Mark Twain for his definition of golf.

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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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