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Understand

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“One can not

understand language

because language cannot

understand itself;

does not want to

understand”

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~  Novalis

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Elfje: (Cinquain)

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words
hidden meanings
innuendo and hyperbole
did I say that
language

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Haiku:

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looking out window
spring appears so inviting
sudden snow shower

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Poem:

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the old man mumbled on
understanding that the know it alls
were not even paying attention
he might as well been talking to the walls

the young egos want to be important
unaware that there is nothing new under the sun
God incidents with his will accordant
acknowledging His humor invented the pun

before the lesson was finished,
he stopped, smiled, shook his head
was his era the last good vintage
their training received behind the woodshed

the only thing new are the different weapons
the same fear, jealousy, greed, ignorance
the world run by a bunch of sleazy felons
the masses operating on total indifference

some things and time just change faces
portraits lining the board room walls
food, clothing and shelter to cover the masses
lobbyist pulling the strings on their political dolls

the sentiments are hundreds of years old
so what’s the use of complaining
just do as you have been told
and to the elderly be entertaining

what to do but to laugh and love
dodge the bullets and pay the taxes
lots of prayers to a Power above
and blame everything else on the circumstances

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ME and the Boss

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The Romantic Kitchen

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“She’s always looking

for poetry and passion

and sensitivity,

the whole Romantic kitchen.

I live on a rather simpler diet.

Prose and pudding?”

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~  John Fowles

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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gifts

genetically predisposed

nurture versus nature

physical, mental, emotional, spiritual

inherited

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Haiku:

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icy wind chills bones

onion snow covers the ground

spring is put on hold

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Poem:

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How do you know when you’re growing old
can you become to tired to think
from nose to toes always cold
so crazy there’s no need to call the shrink

How do you know when you’re growing old
remember tenth grade, can’t remember lunch
or enjoying to ignore what you’re being told
the old arteries that are now made of clunch

How do you know when you’re growing old
the curmudgeon quietly chuckles with glee
more than one tooth filed with gold
odor blind to self,  to others he smells like pee

How do you know when your growing old
the younger generation thinks you know nothing
a danger to self and others you are told
you live with memories of things worth loving

How do you know when you are growing old
Beats me,
but I’ll let you know when I get there

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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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