Go Out

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‘It had long since

come to my attention

that people of

accomplishment rarely

sat back and let things

happen to them.

They went out and

happened to things.”

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~ Leonardo da Vinci

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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completed

finally finished

all goals met

over and done with

accomplishment

 

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Haiku:

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dog days afternoon

Sirius rises with the Sun

mad dogs and bad luck

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Poem:

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went to a wonderful meeting today
the topic: of what can we be certain
certain that the disease will always lead us astray
certain the Wizard of Oz was behind the curtain

things will change when we learn to pray
with a Higher Power we do not bargain
sobriety can’t be found by efforts made halfway
miracles are not made by my favorite Martian

keep coming back, meeting makers make it
we are all powerless over people, places and things
we are all the same, a unique one of a kind misfit
my guardian angel worked very hard to gain his wings

it was certain that certain members shared the same thing
some evoked the steps as they shared their experiences
laughter only deepened the hopeful wellspring
above all, recovery was treated with seriousness

certainly glad I went to the meeting
a good habit worth repeating

 

…but in this world nothing can be said to be certain,
except death and taxes.      ~ Benjamin Franklin

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Feelings

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“Painting is poetry

that is seen

rather than felt,

and poetry is painting

that is felt

rather than seen.”

~ Leonardo da Vinci

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As the man waited for his muse to arise
he sat at his desk and contemplated his feelings.
I am happy to be breathing he surmised
what other emotions can be so revealing

So let us shoot for the stars, let us be exuberant
could have, should have and would have are too depressing
let the spirits arise, let us opine to be more jubilant
find the soul that smiles a lot and to them be acquiescing

The muse was so enraptured with the glee
the words poured forth like a babbling brook
no chains, no fetters just wind blown and free
everything rhymed and chimed, even the gobbledygook

An attitude of gratitude arose in the writer
He knew that mirth is the gleam in God’s eye
his soul was unburden and it became lighter|
knowing that happiness and love can fill the sky

The words will end, but the feeling must last
so he used his rhyme to paint the merry festival
surprised to learn that happy can be both present and past,
feelings and thoughts that can celebrate the fanciful

The muse is within all of us, be happy my friend
the glad feelings and thoughts must never end …

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