Found, I Think

“My thoughts,
I think,
will soon
be sound.
My mind,
I hope,
will soon
be found.”
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~ Tahereh Mafi

Elfje: Cinquain

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lost

can’t find

should be there

could be my mind

found

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Lune:

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my old mind

a beautiful thing

when used well

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Poem:

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it is not the yets that worry me
it is those darn agains that scare me sober
never again crying over a lost church key
sweating booze, that terrible body odor

it all started by falling off my father’s knee
never again to have a debilitating hangover
never again to go on a weekend spree
gagging at the sight of the pizza that was leftover

it all started when the first wife divorced me
never again having to be the one to disagree
never again to tell the officer that he was wrong
can’t believe that the jail cell bars are that strong

so I haven’t been institutionalize yet, why worry
never again being sorry and having to lower oneself
so I haven’t died yet, why worry
never again having to think about killing myself

never wanting to feel that way again, I worry
the only again I want is to go to another meeting
so if you will excuse me I’m in a hurry
due to covid-19 there will be limited seating
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ME and the Boss

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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://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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