Laughter

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“Laughter is

the closest

thing to

the grace

of God.”

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~ Karl Barth

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)          classic: each word only one syllable
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smile
big grin
not a frown
full of good cheer
laugh

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7
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do the selfish thing
no need to think of others
I want what I want

the addict out of control
lives destroyed in the process
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Poem:

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of all of the gifts received in sobriety, laughter has to be the greatest
for too many it is the gift that is received the latest
most addictive substances act as depressants
those who start young never outgrow adolescents

the alcoholic/addict thinks a laugh is weird
hooked to an emotion that is feared
always laughing at someone or something
laughing at them because they are nothing

eventually they understand to laugh with, not at
at ourselves, not at others, always just a tit for a tat
the best humor is not at another’s expense
the laugh grows along with the common sense

a laugh a day will keep the doctor/shrink away
and for most they pray for another sober day

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ME and the Boss

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It Might Have Been

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“For all sad words

of tongue and pen,

The saddest are these,

‘It might have been’.”

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~  John Greenleaf Whittier
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Elfje:         (Cinquain)    classic: each word only one syllable

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might

ought to

could be like

do the right thing

should

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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the brilliant night light

a full moon

shadows in the dark

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Poem:    her·o·in: a highly addictive analgesic drug derived from morphine,
                                often used illicitly as a narcotic producing euphoria.

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selfish, self-centered, 
I want what I want and I want it now
remembered, surrendered
the substance was the sacred cow

there was no need to justify
They tried to hide it the best that they could
there was just that need to get high
a life in shambles, a piece of useless driftwood

I’m so cool, until I think that I will throw up
remembering withdrawals was never a problem
life was just a tempest in a teacup
a wilting plant doomed to never blossom

God to the addictive personality is his habit
even the ritual becomes an obsession
keeping them straight takes a backward jacket
doing the next right thing is out of the question

watching my using friends drop like flies
like a dying man watching my life go before my eyes
change, change, change, time to alter the ego
willing to sacrifice, need to develop a new credo

yes, there were and are things to live for
losing themselves and a whole lot more
addicts never think of the consequences
only a Higher Power could bring them to their senses

the addict must learn to think before the act
always to be looking for a positive fact
the road to recovery is difficult and treacherous
avoiding when possible the elusive tempestuous

prayers and a new God is required
learning what is normal is desired
praying that one day medicine will discover
a healthy and safe way to recover
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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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