“My thoughts, I think, will soon be sound. My mind, I hope, will soon be found.” , ~ 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 .
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
ME and the Boss Poetry 