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“Humor is something that
thrives between man’s
aspirations and his limitations.
There is more logic in humor
than in anything else.
Because, you see, humor is truth.
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~ Victor Borge
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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funny
tickled pink
chuckle, yak, giggle
the jokes on you
laugh
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Haiku: (5-7-5, nature and seasons the topic)
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butterflies abound
flowers proliferating
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Poem:
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can’t get the timing, can’t tell a joke
I get to the punch line and I choke
believe me, I do love to laugh
always when I get to see my yearbook photograph
I once told jokes to give my ego a lift
demeaning others was my special gift
ethnic, racial, the meanest jokes around
stupid, ugly, used to tear others down
changed my habits a few decades ago
hanging out with the sickest of the sick, a guy named Joe
we have learned to laugh, not at each other
our stories now make us laugh with one another
we go to meetings to tell how we have changed
learning how to live with a mind that is deranged
blessed are they who survive the abnormality
those who are born with an addictive personality
knowing that a laugh a day will keep the doctor away
to be happy, joyous and free we pray
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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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Writer’s block
is only
a failure of
the ego.
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~ Norman Mailer
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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can
able to
must be done
the to do list
will
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7 (Modified: 5-7-5, 5-5)
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summer rain begins
adding to humidity
plants don’t seem to mind
dry lakes need water
nature knows her job
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Poem:
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a long week without writing a poem
wanted to be happy, but I kept watching the news
have this feeling I’m at the bottom of the totem
can’t listen to the music when it is only the blues
can’t pick a color, to me all lives matter
don’t they care about whose lives they shatter
burning and looting is not peaceful protest
the only thing they could pass is an anarchy test
will the peaceful majority rule at the next election
or will the minority socialist make the selection
what will happen when there is nothing left to give away
that empty feeling when all that’s left is to hope and pray
maybe God can come back into the picture
the lessons, the history are all in the scripture
the pandemic rages on, no common sense
what can I get with my last two cents
happiness is my new found prize
I have learned to laugh at the politicians lies
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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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