Tag Archives: sober

The Desire

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“The desire

to write

grows with

writing.”

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~ Desiderius Erasmus

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)    classic: each word only one syllable

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write

to pen

spell words right

print, type, scribe, sign

tell

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Haiku:     (5-7-5, nature and seasons the topic)

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the winter earth rest

a season to replenish

a spring feast is next

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Poem:

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the dream so real I could touch it
awoke with a head that was split
in a cold sweat with a hairy tongue
feeling like a miner with black lung

oh the joys of a hangover
by a Mack truck you have been run over
daylight hurts the back of the eyes
every little noise is a big surprise

every hair follicle screaming ouch
pasted by a sweaty T-shirt to the couch
oh God, I swear, never again
from drugs and alcohol I will abstain

until the next time

the devil said I was having fun
if I stick to only beer, wine, vodka, rum
put on a limit to just three or four
remember the oath that I swore

will I ever tire of being sick and tired
of really being sick and tired
what shall I call my bottom
is my problem that uncommon

they say don’t ever forget that last drunk
don’t worry about how low you have sunk
just keep coming back is all they implore
the rewards will be more than you could ever ask for

choices, choices and choices
just listen to the sober voices
learn to live one day at a time
off that couch you will be able to climb

and pray that there will be no next time

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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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The Reality Of Your Life

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“What’s writing

really about?

It’s about trying to

take fuller possession

of the reality

of your life.”

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~  Ted Hughes

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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real

true facts

cannot be denied

never confused with fiction

actual

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Senryu:      5-7-5 ( Haiku with people and their emotions/feelings as a topic)

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alligator tears

looking for more sympathy

loves the attention

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Poem:

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it is raining, God’s most precious gift
the tonic that gives everyone a lift
animal and vegetable alike
even the little boy whose name is Mike

except when it was time to clean behind his ears
Mother only laughed at his crocodile tears
an Aquarius, he took to water like a fish
his favorite snack was Mother’s knish

he was a sneak and from the truth he fled
his whole world existed inside his head
a loner by nature, he never had a friend
never someone on whom you could depend

drinking too much never helped his disposition
that and his total lack of any ambition
too many jobs to count, many marriages failed
could never remember how many times he was jailed

a devine miracle, God struck him sober
he became a human instead of an ogre
he found his soul, a smile gave him a facelift
behind the rain he is now God’s next best gift

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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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