Tag Archives: Abigail Adams

In Due Time

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“I shall,

in due time,

be a Poet.”

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~ Ada Lovelace

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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practice

do over

and over again

until it’s done right

rehearse

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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)

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their love was not lost

torn apart by civil war

rekindled again

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Poem:

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the blame was always put on others
the sickest could incriminate their mothers
the index finger was pointed so others could see
they ignore the three pointing back: I, self and me

the thumb points up to remind them that God knows
trying to dismiss what lies right under their nose
the intent is to overlook their own lives debris
acting like a monkey trying to hide up in a tree

came to discover his brain was the problem
using drugs and alcohol he failed to blossom
he developed a disease from which there is no cure
untreated it leads to jails, institutions and death, for sure

for treatments that work, God is at the core
too much ego leads to a swinging door
get in, get in, do the next right thing
recovery is the only value worth worshiping

best of all no need of finger pointing
let go and let God, no more fighting
a new way of life, a new way of thinking
one day at a time, just not drinking

it has worked for millions, why not you
try the Twelve Step program to see you through

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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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My Bursting Heart

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My

bursting heart

must find vent

at my pen.”

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~ Abigail Adams

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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feelings

heart felt

tears of sorrow

tears of unrestrained joy

emotions

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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anticipating

why worry

what will be will be

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Poem:

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the stick became a gun
I had no idea that I was having fun
the agile best could catch butterflies
mud puddles were the ultimate grand prize

a childhood so totally innocent
a mostly unconscious participant
schools best time was always recess
let the grown ups worry about the progress

good directions from family, church and school
I ignored it all and became a fool
adding alcohol only inflamed the fire
the devil was preaching to my choir

stumbled through a life with no rhyme, no reason
year after year in my prime a no win season
a past strewn with emotional wreckage
forever ignoring the obvious presage

saved by what I call a God incident
it could only be a God coincidence
shown the doors where the drunks recover
a whole new life was given for me to discover

I will not forget the past or shut the door on it
accepting God’s world as He sees fit
trying to become a renaissance man
giving back freely whenever I can

fun and games has taken on a new meaning
including a daily exercise to do a soul cleaning
every day without a drink is a win win season
to do God’s will has become the reason

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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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