Category Archives: Poetry

Why Write

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“Why did I write?

Because I found

life unsatisfactory.”

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~ Tennessee Williams

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)    classic: each word only one syllable
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write
to tell
spell it out
make up a sign
print
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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5
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selfish, self-centered
dysfunction
sick families that feud
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Poem:
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there was a family from somewhere
whose dynamics were in need of repair
dysfunction ruled their everyday life
all of their interactions filled with strife

each one of them had their favorite ism
the majority suffered with grandiose egotism
or cynicism, hedonism, narcissism, nihilism
however, none could be accused of having optimism

alcoholism and drug abuse prevailed
attempts to recover always failed
fear and anger were the dominate emotion
yelling, screaming, rarely a civil word spoken

therapy, therapy and more therapy
a family of old people seeking maturity
the judge sent the youngest to a 12 step meeting
they had him hooked with the initial greeting

to fight his ism’s he became courageous
his new found attitude became contagious
the family slowly joined him, one by one
they learned how they had taken the fun out of dys ‘fun‘ ction

a few major lessons they learned real well
only a Higher Power could make them compel
the family is we, not I, myself and me
on how they did it, they did not have to agree

we are very glad this story had a happy ending
however, recovery is never ending mending
so keep coming back, more strength to share
for to truly function, we must care
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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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Wake Up

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“The man who lies asleep

will never waken fame,

and his desire and all his life

drift past him like a dream,

and the traces of his memory

fade from time

like smoke in air,

or ripples on a stream.”

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~ Dante Alighieri

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)
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dream
to want
plan to have
hope for the best
wish
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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)
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frilly emotion
can’t wait to be an adult
teenage puppy love
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Poem:
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butterflies in the stomach
puppy love takes its first bite
to prove it we’ll kiss in public
the touch that brings delight

holding hands wherever we go
walking is like skipping on air
both of us are proof in the photo
what’s outside our world we don’t care

friendship rings we proudly displayed
hickies on the neck we tried to hide
at home the parents silently prayed
she’s just too young to be a bride

soul mates from the very start
decades spent together
love conveyed heart to heart
surviving all kinds of weather

a friendship that never grew old
youths to old codgers, never a worry
a true love that never went cold
lucky are those who made this journey

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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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