But Only Tired

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“I was not sorrowful,

but only tired

Of everything that

ever I desired.”

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~ Ernest Dowson

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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fragrant

smells good

stimulates the imagination

pleasures for all senses

aromatic

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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seeing you again

dreams relived

old feelings renewed

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Poem:

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can you hear it, the song of the universe
music that stirs every atom of the heart
chords and melodies your being to immerse
every emotion intent on feeling its part

can you see it, heaven aglow with brilliant stars
their dancing choreographed with every note
glittering light reflected by brilliant feldspar’s
words softly sung through a velvet throat

can you feel it, a touch of heavens euphony
sounds that touch the ends of each nerve
every tone becomes a celebrated jubilee
sung by pure voices that angels serve

can you smell it, fragrances carried by varied sounds
from idyllic pastures to the cannons roar
music knows its place, from forefront to backgrounds
every nuance designed to make the spirits soar

can you taste it, songs that stir the imagination
from the ice cream truck to the commercial jingle
a symphony written as a part of the creation
when you are in tune it will make your spine tingle

let the music of the universe invade your  being
allow the children’s laughter to be your first sign
permit your body, mind and soul to be set freeing
enable yourself and the universe to align

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ME and the Boss

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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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