How The World Works

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“I wouldn’t be surprised if poetry –

poetry in the broadest sense,

in the sense of a world filled with

metaphor, rhyme, and recurring

patterns, shapes, and designs –

is how the world works.

The world isn’t logical;

it’s a song.”

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― David Byrne, Bicycle Diaries

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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silent

invisible waves

nothing to hear

song of the universe

love

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Haiku:

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blessed tradition

celebrating the harvest

appreciation

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Poem:

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poetry is a song
rhyming, lyrical, meant to be sung
meant to educate, to entertain
to flow easily off of the tongue
some aimed at the masses strong
others too obscure to mean anything
best are those with which you can hum along

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poetry is a song
striking its chords on heart and nerve
for the writer it can be anything they want
for the reader a brand new learning curve
ideas that dance, words that prance
somber and dark or fluffy cloud light
best are those whose theme is romance

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poetry is a song
stories that live as long as the language does
heroes and villains, the abused and the innocent
whatever it was and always how it is
some do their work even though rhymeless
God said they all needed to be written
the best, the best are those that are timeless

ME and the Boss

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― David Byrne, Bicycle Diaries

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‘Wasteland’

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“Your shadow

in the morning

striding behind you

Or your shadow

in the evening

rising to meet you;”

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~ T S Eliot’s ‘Wasteland’

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Elfje: (Cinquain)

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light

traveling forward

going almost everywhere

stopped by my mind

shadows

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Haiku:

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winters short shadows

natures very own time clock

summers long shadows

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Poem:

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looking for the bright side
wanting to share the love
having a kind friend as a guide
I think He is from above

the sheep follow the religion
the books they interpret for their cause
of love He needs just a smidgen
maybe there are just too many laws

always doing the next right thing
speaking from the heart not the brain
upon a star my hope does swing
no need to rely upon shadowy arcane

every thought is a  prayer
as long as you don’t ask for much
a secret oath the world should swear
hugs only with a very soft touch

opining for a trend worldwide
a good deed to be proud of
to rid the world of the acrimonious
to have all hearts and souls harmonious

share the love
be the love
follow your heart
always do your part

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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