Sweet Solitude

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“Crowded places,

I shunned them

as noises too rude

And fled to

the silence of

sweet solitude.”

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~ John Clare

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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solitude

thinking nothing

alone within myself

listening for God’s answers

meditation

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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music everywhere

while asleep

sugar plums dancing

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Poem:

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he could identify most of his habits
to him they were mostly good
just a series of mental acrobatics
wouldn’t change them if he could

he finally discovered some glaring bad ones
he was sick and tired of being sick and tired
it was time to face the music, to bring out the big guns
he hesitated, ever daunted by the work required

procrastination, the habits just grew bigger
desperation, was this another family  curse
justification, he could live with them a little bit longer
exacerbation, he was just making things worse

too many times to count, he tried again
he tried being a friend to gain a friend
his superior ego said everyone is insane
they all have their motives and to what end

finally, one lonely soul didn’t hang up
they determined they had some things in common
neither had ever won a loving cup
bad experiences they wish they had forgotten

his friend said you can lie to me, I don’t care
it’s your bad habit , trying to please me
however, stop lying to yourself, it is not fair
besides, you are just not my cup of tea

but the old habit kept pushing the friend away
he learned the talk, but not the walk
he needed to learn how to correctly pray
expectations were keeping his soul in hock

his final story has yet to be written
his beginning is living one day at a time
the steps to change he has been given
sanity guaranteed if he will only make the climb

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ME and the Boss

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Our Imagination

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“This world is

but a canvas

to our imagination.”

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~Henry David Thoreau

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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art

seen, heard

words, sounds, pictures

representations of the universe

creation

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7

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simple melody

softly striking the hearts strings

pleasing to the ear

 

why do they call rap “music”

no melody, just a beat

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Poem:

look at me appreciating life
enjoying a melody played in tune
not demanding beyond my due
knowing I’ll have a good afternoon

the attitude wasn’t always that way
the drunk was fearful and forlorn
forever feeling he was the prey
the tortured soul subject to scorn

the path for years a downward spiral
relationships were a dime a dozen
toxic exercises that always went viral
those immoral desires achieved by cozen

I thought that God hated me
nothing ever ever went my way
a mess of a life was all I could see
a horrible price that I had to pay

a friend shined a light into my eyes
he saw that my brain was on backwards
a different attitude he did advise
he pointed in a direction going forwards

a fellowship of drunks showed me the path
I was introduced to my own Higher Power
a step to reconcile the terrible aftermath
I came down to earth from my ivory tower

come join us if you want
everyone has a least one ism
you’ll find a friend and a confidant
God’s light is a full spectrum prism

we share our tools as suggestions
there are no list of dos or don’ts
we even have answers for your questions
relief for that brain tied in knots

I’m no longer the drunk
still the alcoholic
many tools to keep me out of the funk
an easy way to enjoy the fun and frolic

today, one day at a time
doing the next right thing
enjoying the search for words that rhyme
a message of hope that I may bring

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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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