A Stretch Of The Imagination

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You’re a cavity in my oasis,
You’re a porthole in my sea,
You’re a stretch of the imagination
every time you look at me.

You’re an ocean in my wineglass,
You’re a Steinway on the beach,
You’re a captivating audience,
an exciting Rembrandt,

A Masterpiece.”

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~ Charlotte M. Liebel

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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imagine

mind’s eye

what could be

things yet dreamt of

envision

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Haiku:

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the birds have returned

spring looks forward to summer

nests are full of eggs

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Poem:

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lies, lies, lies
why must the alcoholic lie
the truth would be so simple
has it something to do with being a mental cripple

the brain is on backwards
life is lived in the negative
many take pride in being bad actors
for many it is in the genes, mostly inherited

lying to themselves, denial
lying to others, justification
their  most fervent prayer is for a mistrial
for family and friends it is just frustration

the drunk is anything but modest
trouble is he cannot get honest
he is addicted, body, mind and soul
a good argument for population control

if they want the help there is a way out
kind words spoken quietly, no need to shout
the miracles rely on a Higher Power
and a judicious using of ones willpower

willingness to change is the most difficult must
in himself he must learn to trust
following the suggestions there is a guarantee
to find a life that is happy, joyous and free

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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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In My Writing

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“I looked at myself,

and I just said,

‘Well, you know, I can sing,

but I’m not the greatest

singer in the world.

I can play guitar very well,

but I’m not the greatest

guitar player in the world.’

So I said, ‘Well, if I’m going

to project an individuality,

it’s going to have to be in my writing.'”

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~  Bruce Springsteen

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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recovery

don’t drink

go to meetings

help another suffering soul

sobriety

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7

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depressed, losing it

reality has escaped

darkness fills the soul

 

mind is failing to function

better life through chemistry

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Poem:

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she was very very alone
his demise was very sudden
her whole life was overthrown
the house was dark and sullen

a glass of wine helped get her to sleep
within weeks it took a whole bottle
the labels went from quality to cheap
from little sips to gulps full throttle

she was the octogenarian who never drank
no one was ready for this big surprise
the discovery had the youngest child to thank
family and friends could only surmise

the sedate old lady did not really fit in
the rehab full of junkies and crazies
for her this behavior was a mortal sin
depressed,
she only wanted to be pushing up daisies

introduced to a twelve step fellowship
she found friends who really understood
there were steps to avoid the guilt trip
and a path towards possible sainthood

she regained her faith by serving others
her specialty is helping grieving mothers
today she demonstrates that age does no matter
myths about the disease she is able to shatter

she has become God’s shining example
for many, her testimony is more than ample
she shares the lessons as she was told
never too young, never ever too old

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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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