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“He was weary of himself,
of cold ideas and brain dreams.
Life a poem?
Not when you went about
forever poetizing
about your own life
instead of living it.”
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~ Jens Peter Jacobsen
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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brain
floating cloud
letting thoughts materialize
mostly selfish, sometimes not
dreams
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Tanka: 5-7-5, 7-7
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again, in God’s time
Mother Earth wobbles and shakes
ages come and go
man’s feeble concept of time
what’s a million years or so
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Poem:
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can’t carry a tune
my bucket is holy
can’t jump over the moon
everything gets done slowly
only color I can mix is brown
every picture is out of focus
at my best I was a not funny clown
my attempts at writing were atrocious
at school I struggled to be average
mumbling, stumbling, lived a boring life
at work they all used me as leverage
took three tries to get a good wife
can’t figure out rhyme or reason
my best guess is usually wrong
can’t decide on a favorite season
never, ever could I name that song
so I can’t, no reason to be blue
because what I can, is to love you
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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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“One breath
taken completely;
one poem,
fully written,
fully read –
in such a moment,
anything can happen.”
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~ Jane Hirshfield
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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totally
belly laugh
filled with pleasure
life lived in happiness
awesome
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Haiku:
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the crack of the bat
boys of summer playing games
family together
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Poem:
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in the blink of an eye
lightning split the sky
the thunder however
rolled on and on forever
the smell of ozone lingered
another flash answered
rain drops began their pitter patter
to the ducks it doesn’t really matter
like clockwork the afternoon showers arrive
grass, flowers, weeds, growing in overdrive
the deluge over, the humidity swells
pleasant gardens adorned with cockleshells
did mankind really evolve
another question we may never solve
so many questions, so few answers
are we creating our own cancers
let it rain, let it shine
just stand in awe of the worlds design
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ME and the Boss
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