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‘Writing is like sex.
First you do it for love,
then you do it for your friends,
and then you do it for money.”
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~ Virginia Woolf
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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Title: Adeline Virginia Woolf
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precursor
women’s rights
stream of consciousness
anonymous was a woman
avant-garde
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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watching the grass grow
one of nature’s miracles
interdependent
cows rummage and produce milk
humans steal it to nourish
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Poem:
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a babbling brook fed by melting snow
reflecting silver from the full moon’s glow
the nightingale’s song providing harmony
the hoot owls rhythm fitting in perfectly
nature does abhor man’s interference
his scars diminishing her appearance
burning and plowing causing a blight
pollution blocking the vital sunlight
man’s forest of concrete and steel
dams, locks and levees most surreal
environmentalist fighting a losing battle
money confusing the issue with psychobabble
prognosticators using the magic eight ball
only God really knows what will befall
let’s live today to its fullest potential
put generosity first, that is essential
be kind, be loving, be patient and tolerant
allow your Higher Power to be preponderant
repeating the prayers from a bended knee
living a life; happy, joyous and free
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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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“Was not writing poetry
a secret transaction,
a voice answering a voice?”
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~ Virginia Woolf
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Elfje:
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sound
carrying thoughts
tone and inflection
quietly in my mind
voices
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Haiku:
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nobody but you
alone is not possible
the universe speaks
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Poem:
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to myself only am I known
the heart and soul always masked
always pretending to be alone
the projected persona is gregarious
the insides are roiling and knotted
if you knew, it would be hilarious
at one time the emotions were perceived as suffering
over the years those feelings have become quotidian
I now find that my misery is habitual and comforting
found a friend with whom I could commensurate
a loving Higher Power who has all of the answers
He notes that my emotional responses are inveterate
new sympathies for the old dog are difficult at best
a better way of thinking has become my quest
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ME and the Boss
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