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“The same words
conceal and declare
the thoughts of men.”
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~ Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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hide
and seek
subliminal mind games
God knows your thoughts
exposed
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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politics aside
they must run
egomaniacs
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Poem:
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was it love or was it lust
my heart I could not trust
the primal urges exploded
my addicted brain yelled more
thoughts that I could not ignore
my gene pool overloaded
emotional needs never discussed
physical satisfaction was a must
the morals were completely eroded
fantasies and conquests keeping score
deeds normal people would deplore
to selfish needs I was devoted
I regarded myself with distrust
knowing what I was doing was unjust
I was the person to be avoided
came and went through the back door
rarely was I asked to do an encore
answers to my advances were pre recorded
no, not tonight, no, never, you slime ball
if I need a headache I give you a call
finally became tired of all the rejection
met a man who taught me to listen
with a new way of living I’ve been smitten
I’ve learned to communicate with affection
growing old has become a blessing
words of love gladly expressing
in the mirror I like the reflection
learning to love has had it’s rewards
making friends from this day forwards
universal love my only selection
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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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“I have
no riches
but my thoughts,
Yet these are
wealth enough
for me”
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~ Sara Teasdale
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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memories
emotions shared
time spent together
common bonds, mutual pleasures
riches
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Haiku:
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winter hot, spring cold
natures rhythm run amuck
unseasonable
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Poem:
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what stirs the emotions
fluffy white clouds against an azure blue sky
the birds and the bees singing and buzzing
should I laugh or should I cry
do hearts have feelings
is it sad or am I happy
tears of remorse, tears of joy
must the words always be sappy
events accompanied by somesthesia
visible, audible, aromatic or tactile
vivid memories and thoughts subliminal
will they continue when we become senile
are feelings sensual or are they intuitive
are passions the product of nurtured or nature
the sick shut down the emotional stream
no longer human, a thoughtless cold creature
be moved, be human, enjoy God’s creations
His greatest works are emotionally inspiring
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ME and the Boss
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