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No Time

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“What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows…”

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~ W.H. Davies

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Elfje:          (Cinquain)

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time

moon cycles

hot and cold

days grow and wane

seasons

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Haiku:

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thunder and lightning

afternoon grows summer storms

doesn’t cool the air

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Poem:

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what value human emotions
many deeper than the oceans
where mental meets physical
what could be more paradoxical

avoiding the devils who cause angst
those whose cheer comes from the Bronx
seeking to hang out with the angels
like the rich who live down south in Naples                 (Florida that is)

let’s begin with the family who taught us
let’s hope they didn’t throw us under the bus
then there are those feelings for the opposite sex
for many it is gloom, doom and a terrible hex

should I laugh or should I cry
might I suffer from chronic dry eye
can I live a day without emotions
will my heart suffer a self induced implosion

what should I do if I cannot feel
my senses riding a big ferris wheel
no fear, my emotions and brain are on backwards
I’ve become an expert at cleaning up  afterwards

 

 

 

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ME and the Boss

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Just Mine

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“Poetry resembles metaphysics:

one does not mind one’s own,

but one does not like anyone else’s.”

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~ Samuel Butler

 

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Elfje:

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metaphysics

ontology, cosmology,

and often epistemology

abstract concepts of being

philosophy

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violent storm front

rain coming horizontal

birds know how to hide

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Poem:

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who would I choose for my other persona
would I want to be rich and powerful
could I be a humble saint with a bright corona
boring dull and drab or over the top colorful

was Hemingway the old man of the sea
was Coleridge really the ancient mariner
must I be a sailor or just a captain wanna be
could I pass myself off as a wandering foreigner

why just one, how about a new one every day
butcher, baker, candlestick maker
whatever whim or fancy that blows my way
a quiet quaker or an obnoxious shaker

could Thomas Pynchon make me into a flea
I guess I would just rather be little old me

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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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