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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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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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Books Are Like Mirrors

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“Books are

like mirrors:

if a fool

looks in,

you cannot expect

a genius

to look out.

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~ J. K. Rowling

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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guide

lead me

show me how

let’s make music together

direction

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

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attitude of choice

happy for any reason

enjoying today

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Poem:

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he died
his brain was fried
an alcoholic of the worst ilk
he drank booze like it was milk

more than a few trips to the detox
the disease to him a confusing flummox
so many rehabs he couldn’t remember
to a more than few he was a charter member

every time he lied he’d give you a dime
it was always the truth, just at the wrong time
the homeless community knew him as a thief and beggar
the only friend he ever had was the local bootlegger
never knew where he was or where he was going
it depended on which way the wind was blowing

fired from every job, he never established a career
his bad habit was showing up smelling like beer
bad relationships, he had more than a few exes
everyone knew he was an avowed sexest

he drank booze like it was milk
an alcoholic of the worst ilk
his brain was fried
he died

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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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