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“To be nobody but yourself
in a world which is doing
its best day and night
to make you like everybody else
means to fight the hardest battle
which any human being can fight
and never stop fighting.”
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~ E. E. Cummings
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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unique
just you
like nobody else
one of a kind
individual
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Haiku:
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clear azure blue skies
aurora borealis
this cold winter’s night
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Poem:
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so average that it hurts
been there, have the t-shirts
still seeking a unique niche
with class, no bawdy kitsch
the snobs feign indifference
the hick straight out of Deliverance
the middle class can’t afford to be rich
there is no bottom to the poor man’s ditch
blue is a color that I will not bleed
enough pocket money to buy some chicken feed
too lackadaisical or just too lazy to succeed
mother always called me her bad weed
I guess I’ll just have to be me
second cousin to the monkey in the tree
choosing to either agree or disagree
living a life happy, joyous and free
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“Poetry is a
sort of truancy,
a dream within
the dream of life,
a wild flower planted
among our wheat.”
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~ Michael Oakeshott
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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flower
growing wild
beside the road
here there and everywhere
weed
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Haiku:
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windy gusts blowing
clouds billowing in the sky
spring showers coming
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Poem:
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in poetry, the words do not clang
rhythm and rhyme, melodic cadence
never expecting a real loud bang
words chosen to give language credence
the poet fights to make every word fit
knowing the poem has a mind of its own
push and shove becomes a battle of wit
words to grace the inevitable tombstone
the poet seeks words with intense feelings
the poem fights back with stubborn concern
things with no meaning and emotions concealing
finally, the resolve is what we have to learn
the poet writes to express himself, an autograph
the poem, however, always has the very last laugh
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ME and the Boss
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