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Enough

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“You do not read enough,

You do not know enough.

That is why you are not

poet enough.”

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Michael Lerian

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Elfje:

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mind

pay attention

see what happens

unchangeable laws of nature

matter

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Haiku:

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muggy already

summer mornings sweltering

noons cooling showers

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Poem:

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when you think you’re humble – you’re not
an attribute that cannot be bought
humility grows when you are thinking of others
when all colors and creeds become you brothers

the egomaniacs think only of themselves
never a kind thought to help someone else
the politician tries to straddle the fence
giving you all you wanted is their pretense

I am the best, you need to elect me
there are no monkeys in my family tree
trust me, I’ll never abuse my power
as I look down on you from my ivory tower

politicians need to take a lie detector test
promises, promises, will they do their best
can they dream fifty years from now
what will be the legacy that they will endow

naw, forget it, give me the power, give me the cash
forget the nigger, the spic, the stupid white trash
gimme, gimme, gimme, the face time that I crave
I’ll do my best to give lip service to all of the brave

why would anyone want to be a politician
is there really a soul with a humble mission
the pendulum swings from left to right
the voters will vote, it is their birthright

are these words an echo from the past
it’s not likely we’ll evade the political typecast
all history demands that it shall repeat itself
just another dusty tome languishing on a shelf

be brave, avoid the stereotype
vote for the humble candidate,
the one not given to hype
the one who smokes a peace pipe

cherish the fact that you can vote
don’t become an historical footnote
and when you can,
be the citizen who counts

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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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At Breakfast

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“At breakfast!

said Louise in an awed voice.

‘A man who can read poetry

at breakfast would be capable

of anything.”

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~Mary Stewart,

Madam, Will You Talk ?

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Elfje:     Cinquain

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nourishment

after good night’s sleep

milk the cows

before dawn

breakfast

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Haiku:

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frogs croak heralds dusk

summers symphony of love

fireflies dot the night

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Poem:

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whatever happened to face to face
communicating now done by cyberspace
her facebook page was pure fabrication
re-tweeted fake news without hesitation

remember when the phone was attached to a line
a shrug of the shoulders, a wink, were a true sign
text was what you read on a printed page
before the cost of a phone became the golden age

e-mails a record of instant mistakes
not as much fun as tipping jakes
egomaniacs in love with taking the selfies
next they will be  doing the video strip tease

applications for everything but common sense
the more expensive the bigger the pretense
Dick Tracy’s wrist communicator is now reality
making the user smarter is no guarantee

don’t have a cell phone, it’s not a disgrace
face to face is still enjoyed by the human race

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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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