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A Dupe To Illusions

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“Perhaps it is better

to wake up after all,

even to suffer,

rather than to remain

a dupe to illusions

all one’s life.”

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~ Kate Chopin

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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disillusion

total confusion

another optical illusion

never a forgone conclusion

frustration

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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selfish, self-centered

no respect

me, me, only me

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Poem:

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politics as usual

the ego is seeking the publicity
the ultimate goal is duplicity
those who support them are guilty of complicity
gerrymandering has nothing to do with simplicity

vilifying the opponent, close to slander
heaven forbid that they would use candor
the working man an innocent bystander
they will saying anything just to pander

race, color, creed just a percentage
more human fodder made into a silage
writers avoiding the subliminal message
vote for me, avoid the looming presage

liberal, conservative, middle of the road
to which vote is our allegiance owed
is there still such a thing as a moral code
don’t let this be just another repeat episode

a government by the people and for the people
may it ring from each and every church steeple
just once, may we have the truth come out
believe, have faith, your vote does have clout

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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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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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ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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