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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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A Constant Evasion

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“Poetry may make us from time to time

a little more aware of the deeper,

unnamed feelings which form

the substratum of our being,

to which we rarely penetrate;

for our lives are mostly

a constant evasion of ourselves.”

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~ T.S. Eliot

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Elfje:

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concealed

straight faced

no emotional display

real men don’t cry

secrets

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Haiku:

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the air starts to warm

joyfully awaiting spring

earth’s annual rebirth

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Poem:

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if you really knew me
you would not like me
for that reason I hid me
I could never ever let me be me

I once thought I had a feeling
it sent my little mind reeling
with reality I was not dealing
my inner self I was concealing

learned to hide with a little libation
dealt with life using indifferent placation
God offered me a spiritual revelation

honesty started with self education
peeling away the layers of guilt and shame
learned to not use the word blame
growing up was my primary aim

learned to listen and the answers came
the old emotional defenses die hard
the disease is armed with a devious canard
borrowed a few suggestions from the sober old guard

I employ a Higher Power as my personal lifeguard
I have no regrets that I have passed my prime
I have learned to enjoy this life one day at a time.

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ME and the Boss

      canard:  an unfounded rumor or story

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