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Mixed Feelings

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“Poetry might

be defined

as the clear

expression of

mixed feelings.”

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~  W.H. Auden

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

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kind

be nice

me and you

two make a whole

love

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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mixed feelings arise
cry or laugh
just try to do both
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Poem:

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escorted by a flock of angels
the child was full of expectations
disappointments followed and his life was overrun
he chased away the angels, one by one

the devil saw his opening and pounced
a claim to the child’s soul he pronounced
sitting on the child’s shoulder the devil was right at home
looking for trouble the child did roam

the devil made sure trouble found him
the child became a man who lived in sin
drugs, alcohol, corrupting others morals
he boasted he invented the negative laurels

Satan’s disease wanted him to be alone
suicide the devil did condone
use and abuse lead him to the brink
his soul was bound using his blood as ink

to God every soul is a special prize
so God sent him an angel in disguise
the angel lead him to a place called the glory hole
a place where he could redeem his soul

he found a room filled with kindred soul
one day at a time was their only goal
unconditional love, to think about others
similar stories all shared by brothers

suggested changes, the devil’s regret
they forgive the past, but never forget
his sobriety hinges on being altruistic
he learned a new language that is euphemistic

he has spiritual tools to keep the devil at bay
a Higher Power to whom he can pray
as he and his angel do the dance divine
today, for them, it is just one day at a time
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ME and the Boss

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It Might Have Been

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“For all sad words

of tongue and pen,

The saddest are these,

‘It might have been’.”

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~  John Greenleaf Whittier
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Elfje:         (Cinquain)    classic: each word only one syllable

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might

ought to

could be like

do the right thing

should

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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the brilliant night light

a full moon

shadows in the dark

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Poem:    her·o·in: a highly addictive analgesic drug derived from morphine,
                                often used illicitly as a narcotic producing euphoria.

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selfish, self-centered, 
I want what I want and I want it now
remembered, surrendered
the substance was the sacred cow

there was no need to justify
They tried to hide it the best that they could
there was just that need to get high
a life in shambles, a piece of useless driftwood

I’m so cool, until I think that I will throw up
remembering withdrawals was never a problem
life was just a tempest in a teacup
a wilting plant doomed to never blossom

God to the addictive personality is his habit
even the ritual becomes an obsession
keeping them straight takes a backward jacket
doing the next right thing is out of the question

watching my using friends drop like flies
like a dying man watching my life go before my eyes
change, change, change, time to alter the ego
willing to sacrifice, need to develop a new credo

yes, there were and are things to live for
losing themselves and a whole lot more
addicts never think of the consequences
only a Higher Power could bring them to their senses

the addict must learn to think before the act
always to be looking for a positive fact
the road to recovery is difficult and treacherous
avoiding when possible the elusive tempestuous

prayers and a new God is required
learning what is normal is desired
praying that one day medicine will discover
a healthy and safe way to recover
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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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