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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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Doubt can motivate you,
don’t be afraid of it.
Confidence and doubt
are at two ends of the scale,
and you need both.
They balance each other out.”
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~ Barbra Streisand
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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even
the same
in the middle
in a steady position
balance
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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between two places
thoroughfare
main road in a town
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Poem:
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alive and well, mostly brain dead
can’t figure out what is in my head
of all the things that I have ever lost
it is my mind that I miss the most
the body says it’s time to exercise
the mind knows it would be my demise
knock, knock is there anyone at home
in that wide open space where ideas roam
does God really know what I am thinking
stinking thinking from alcoholic drinking
the lights are on but no one’s there
would I, could I, should I care
was mother able to use telepathic clairvoyance
she always knew when I was using avoidance
the announcer said the mind is a terrible thing to waste
why can’t memory be as easy as cut and paste
I think today I’ll go looking for a thought
maybe learn how to undo the gordian knot
then again the best idea seems to be to take a nap
to let the thoughts and dreams overlap
this old worn out mind may not make any sense
so allow this poem to offer a wonderful pretense
(Fake it until you make it)
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ME and the Boss
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