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Our Emptiness

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“Trees are poems

the earth writes

upon the sky,

We fell them down

and turn them into paper,

That we may record

our emptiness.”

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~ Kahlil Gibran

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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barren

devoid of

big empty space

nothing to sneeze at

void

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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over extended

exhausted

giving it ones all

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Poem:

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get your head out of the sand
do you think that you’re a one man band
believe that you will never crash land
do you always want more than the Bird-in-Hand*

you’re a wanna be guru, the blind leading the blind
did you ever consider having a balanced mind
to a life below average you have resigned
know that even the sane are one of a kind

for you hope and faith are still achievable
miracles that bring about change are believable
there hasn’t been a soul that was irretrievable
in God’s world there is nothing inconceivable

time to put the ego in its place
name the bad habits you need to erase
give friends and family their needed space
ask a Higher Power for His grace

be willing to say I do not know
don’t believe your own braggadocio
learn to go with the flow
look up, see the rainbow

be kind to yourself, offer lenity
provide for yourself every amenity
hope and faith, a life of peace and serenity
gratitude for having a new identity

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*(also a village in Pa. Amish country)

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ME and the Boss.

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Death and Commas

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“Poets are

interested primarily

in death and commas. ”

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~ Carolyn Kizer

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Elfje:

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commas

colon, period

grouping words grammatically

sentences, clauses and phrases

punctuation

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Haiku:

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all things diappear

returning to Mother Earth

food  for the future

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Poem:

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life and ampersand

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in conjunction , &, but, if
immortalized in a glyph
science defines the living
with just a few links missing

poetry fills in the voids
using words that were Freud’s
ego, superego and id
excluding those living off of the grid

you’re OK, I’m OK
a few civil laws to obey
creating more than death and commas
dreaming of living in the Bahamas

a poem a day keeps the doctor away
keeps the mind from turning gray
smile, life is not all commas and dramas
think cozy, snug in your warm pajamas

it’s always time to enjoy a conjunction
happiness is basking in the realm of dysfunction
and, if, maybe; always get in the last word
but, don’t ever forget that bloomin’ password

poetry is not all death and commas
poetry is paying tribute to our Momma’s

ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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