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Curious Prosodic Fauna

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“Every poet has

his dream reader:

mine keeps a look out

for curious prosodic fauna

like bacchics and

choriambs.”

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~ W.H. Auden

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Elfje;     (Cinquain)

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drunk

happy vino

dripping with honey

seeking the deviant pleasure

Bacchanalia

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Haiku:

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the vine slowly twines

natures cornucopia

fruits red, white and blue

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Poem:

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soothing gurgle of the fountains water
butterflies bobbing by
every soul nods an imprimatur
the background a clear blue sky

the gardner paints a living pallet
flowers arranged by size and color
protected from vermine by a small vallate
no defense against the creepy crawler

sunset visits from hummingbirds
migrating robins stop for a bite
a contented smile needs no words
all heads turn to follow the light

lucky the soul who enjoys God’s gift
natures flora and fauna displayed
happy are those with a gratitude list
knowing that nothing at all is man-made

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The Romantic Kitchen

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“She’s always looking

for poetry and passion

and sensitivity,

the whole Romantic kitchen.

I live on a rather simpler diet.

Prose and pudding?”

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~  John Fowles

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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gifts

genetically predisposed

nurture versus nature

physical, mental, emotional, spiritual

inherited

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Haiku:

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icy wind chills bones

onion snow covers the ground

spring is put on hold

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Poem:

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How do you know when you’re growing old
can you become to tired to think
from nose to toes always cold
so crazy there’s no need to call the shrink

How do you know when you’re growing old
remember tenth grade, can’t remember lunch
or enjoying to ignore what you’re being told
the old arteries that are now made of clunch

How do you know when you’re growing old
the curmudgeon quietly chuckles with glee
more than one tooth filed with gold
odor blind to self,  to others he smells like pee

How do you know when your growing old
the younger generation thinks you know nothing
a danger to self and others you are told
you live with memories of things worth loving

How do you know when you are growing old
Beats me,
but I’ll let you know when I get there

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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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