The Desire

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“The desire

to write

grows with

writing.”

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~ Desiderius Erasmus

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)    classic: each word only one syllable

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write

to pen

spell words right

print, type, scribe, sign

tell

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Haiku:     (5-7-5, nature and seasons the topic)

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the winter earth rest

a season to replenish

a spring feast is next

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Poem:

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the dream so real I could touch it
awoke with a head that was split
in a cold sweat with a hairy tongue
feeling like a miner with black lung

oh the joys of a hangover
by a Mack truck you have been run over
daylight hurts the back of the eyes
every little noise is a big surprise

every hair follicle screaming ouch
pasted by a sweaty T-shirt to the couch
oh God, I swear, never again
from drugs and alcohol I will abstain

until the next time

the devil said I was having fun
if I stick to only beer, wine, vodka, rum
put on a limit to just three or four
remember the oath that I swore

will I ever tire of being sick and tired
of really being sick and tired
what shall I call my bottom
is my problem that uncommon

they say don’t ever forget that last drunk
don’t worry about how low you have sunk
just keep coming back is all they implore
the rewards will be more than you could ever ask for

choices, choices and choices
just listen to the sober voices
learn to live one day at a time
off that couch you will be able to climb

and pray that there will be no next time

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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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To See Your Soul

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“You use a glass mirror

to see your face;

you use works of art

to see your soul.”

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~ George Bernard Shaw

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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nuts

loony tunes

a little eccentric

insane crazy strange person

squirrelly

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Haiku:

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enjoying daylight

summer solstice does appear    (next week)

many hot days soon

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Poem:

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born with his brain on backward
his negative thinking was never forward
he inherited an addictive personality
becoming a drunk was just a formality

he loved to experiment with all of the isms
every promise was subject to conditions
if you do this for me, I might do this for you
he rarely awoke, he usually came to

eventually, body, mind and soul became diminished
the shrink and the doc said that he was finished
he was completely estranged from family and friends
the preacher suggested that he start making amends

God stuck him dumb, said you have one last chance
ignore this and you will have had your last dance
the rooms of A A was were he was told to go
it was said they had a program he needed to know

the disease and the ego had a tremendous fight
in a fog, he could not figure it out quite right
keep coming back was all he could hear
a prayer might help the cravings to disappear

the miracle happened, he chose to submit
he had a problem, he had to admit
they first suggested one day at a time
then showed him the steps that he needed to climb

the fog lifted, he learned to listen
he knew there was no cure for the terrible addiction
he enjoyed the paradox of helping others
he was happy to be a part of the band of brothers

he made the amends, he made the change
his attitude and thinking he did rearrange
staying out of trouble was no longer boring
doing the next right thing kept him soaring

a poster child for it can be done
a happy soul he has become

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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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