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Understood / Understand

“First, I do not

sit down at my desk

to put into verse

something that is

already clear in my mind.

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We do not write

in order to be understood;

we write in order

to understand.”     .       ~ Cecil Day Lewis

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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who

what, when

where, why, maybe

answers rarely agreed upon

you

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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)

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remorse, guilt and shame

negative thoughts on steroids

fuel for depression

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Poem:           ( villanelle )

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feelings that are too large to measure
those events that make the heart proud
memories that we will always treasure

ceremonies summoned to mind with pleasure
impressions remembered when on the pink cloud
feelings that are too large to measure

events easily recalled at one’s leisure
always happy to be shared with a crowd
memories that we will always treasure

gratitude and blessings regardless of the weather
more joy than anyone should be allowed
feelings that are too large to measure

the successful life changing great adventure
from the rooftops we shouted aloud
memories that we will always treasure

times that bring friends and family together
emotions with which we all are endowed
feelings that are too large to measure
memories that we will always treasure

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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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The Absurd Poem

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“Where joy

in an old pencil

is not absurd.”

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― May Sarton

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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history

being made

some just yesterday

mostly many years ago

repeats

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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)

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wannabe the king

egotism on steroids

self defeating dud

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Poem:

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ideas, ideas, what to write
the poem is not feeling very contrite
reject, too sad, reject, too silly
can we compose using a calla lily

inspiration is everywhere
mostly a wish, sometimes a prayer
does God know what I am thinking
old age, the brain is really shrinking

frustrated by the too many red lights
send me a bucket of bright green sights
most people live in the yellow zone
going through life as a mindless drone

time to throw caution into the wind
reposition the crooked frame of mind
forget the dreary, grab on to the whimsy
believe, Santa does come down the chimney

Milne, Potter, Carroll, Baum and Suess
adults on a children’s level thesaurus
stories that animate many a dream
original builders of a new theme

we know what Poe did for the mystery
in writers parlance the rest is history
is it a mind that big or a mind that wide
that one can imagine beyond the true and tried

is it words or rhyme that must transcend
that allows the poem to have a worthy end
is it the journey, the thinking, that satisfies
or is it maybe a try at the Pulitzer prize

smoke coming from the ears, a true visual sign
the thoughts have crossed the proverbial goal line
time to wrap it up with a big red bow
time to return to reality, the here and now

ciao.

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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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