Believe Nothing

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“Believe nothing, no matter

where you read it,

or who said it, no matter

if I have said it,

unless it agrees with

your own reason and

your own common sense.”

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~ Buddha

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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logic

common sense

practical rational knowledge

horse sense, good sense

wisdom

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Haiku:

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eyes look to the east

summer heat births tropic storms

hurricane season

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Poem:

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is it so wrong to love my stuff
when is enough ever enough
reminders of events and sentiments
things that hold a very specialness

stuck in storage the last fifteen years
having trouble holding back the tears
filling my life with rhyme and reason
mirroring the life in every season

pictures, trinkets, souvenirs
things collected over the years
been there, done that, remember when
times and places I would love to visit again

stuff collecting dust, stuff taking up space
things and memories only I can embrace

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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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Our Imagination

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“This world is

but a canvas

to our imagination.”

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~Henry David Thoreau

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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art

seen, heard

words, sounds, pictures

representations of the universe

creation

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7

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simple melody

softly striking the hearts strings

pleasing to the ear

 

why do they call rap “music”

no melody, just a beat

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Poem:

look at me appreciating life
enjoying a melody played in tune
not demanding beyond my due
knowing I’ll have a good afternoon

the attitude wasn’t always that way
the drunk was fearful and forlorn
forever feeling he was the prey
the tortured soul subject to scorn

the path for years a downward spiral
relationships were a dime a dozen
toxic exercises that always went viral
those immoral desires achieved by cozen

I thought that God hated me
nothing ever ever went my way
a mess of a life was all I could see
a horrible price that I had to pay

a friend shined a light into my eyes
he saw that my brain was on backwards
a different attitude he did advise
he pointed in a direction going forwards

a fellowship of drunks showed me the path
I was introduced to my own Higher Power
a step to reconcile the terrible aftermath
I came down to earth from my ivory tower

come join us if you want
everyone has a least one ism
you’ll find a friend and a confidant
God’s light is a full spectrum prism

we share our tools as suggestions
there are no list of dos or don’ts
we even have answers for your questions
relief for that brain tied in knots

I’m no longer the drunk
still the alcoholic
many tools to keep me out of the funk
an easy way to enjoy the fun and frolic

today, one day at a time
doing the next right thing
enjoying the search for words that rhyme
a message of hope that I may bring

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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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