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To The Bottle

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“Ho! Ho! Ho!

To the bottle I go

To heal my heart

and drown my woe.

Rain may fall,

and wind may blow

And many miles be still to go

But under a tall tree will I lie

And let the clouds go sailing by”

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~ J.R.R.Tolkien

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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exploring

uncharted territory

going in circles

here, there and everywhere

lost

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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brilliant sunset hues

painters dream

inspiring many

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Poem:

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tropical squalls temporarily cool
mugginess is not far behind
the old drunk mounts his bar stool
it’s one too many until he’s blind

the keep sets his watch by this routine
conversations mumbled in grunts
who likes which color of the jelly bean
we’re not as bad as those mendicants

coughing up bits of liver
bulbous nose and jaundiced eyes
no air conditioning yet he sits and shivers
it will be a short time until he dies

wallowing morosely in their own phlegm
alcoholics isolate, want to be alone
push away anyone who loves them
abuses that Nature does not condone

normal people do not drink poison
the alcoholic’s will power can not stop it
it is most often inherited, this malediction
to this disease the suffering will not admit

the brain is truly on backwards
the on/off  switch is broken
oblivious to what really matters
the lost soul his feelings unspoken

there are some who do recover
those who put faith in a Higher Power
they must be willing to accept and discover
habits to include a new happy hour

fighting a disease that has a social stigma
anonymity becomes their refuge
shared experiences resolve the enigma
tears of joy create a brand new deluge

the real secret is helping others
shedding the selfish self-centered ego
a happy new family of sisters and brothers
a ‘one day at a time’ positive credo

age, race, religion cannot dim their mutuality
send a friend, send an enemy, all are welcomed
Anonymous has a telephone number in every city
with a common cause they are all connected

most learn to love it, some do not
there is never any harm in trying
a new way of living must be sought
to those who love you, it will be gratifying

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Our Emptiness

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“Trees are poems

the earth writes

upon the sky,

We fell them down

and turn them into paper,

That we may record

our emptiness.”

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~ Kahlil Gibran

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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barren

devoid of

big empty space

nothing to sneeze at

void

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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over extended

exhausted

giving it ones all

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Poem:

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get your head out of the sand
do you think that you’re a one man band
believe that you will never crash land
do you always want more than the Bird-in-Hand*

you’re a wanna be guru, the blind leading the blind
did you ever consider having a balanced mind
to a life below average you have resigned
know that even the sane are one of a kind

for you hope and faith are still achievable
miracles that bring about change are believable
there hasn’t been a soul that was irretrievable
in God’s world there is nothing inconceivable

time to put the ego in its place
name the bad habits you need to erase
give friends and family their needed space
ask a Higher Power for His grace

be willing to say I do not know
don’t believe your own braggadocio
learn to go with the flow
look up, see the rainbow

be kind to yourself, offer lenity
provide for yourself every amenity
hope and faith, a life of peace and serenity
gratitude for having a new identity

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*(also a village in Pa. Amish country)

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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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