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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In My Writing

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“I looked at myself,

and I just said,

‘Well, you know, I can sing,

but I’m not the greatest

singer in the world.

I can play guitar very well,

but I’m not the greatest

guitar player in the world.’

So I said, ‘Well, if I’m going

to project an individuality,

it’s going to have to be in my writing.'”

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~  Bruce Springsteen

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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recovery

don’t drink

go to meetings

help another suffering soul

sobriety

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7

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depressed, losing it

reality has escaped

darkness fills the soul

 

mind is failing to function

better life through chemistry

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Poem:

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she was very very alone
his demise was very sudden
her whole life was overthrown
the house was dark and sullen

a glass of wine helped get her to sleep
within weeks it took a whole bottle
the labels went from quality to cheap
from little sips to gulps full throttle

she was the octogenarian who never drank
no one was ready for this big surprise
the discovery had the youngest child to thank
family and friends could only surmise

the sedate old lady did not really fit in
the rehab full of junkies and crazies
for her this behavior was a mortal sin
depressed,
she only wanted to be pushing up daisies

introduced to a twelve step fellowship
she found friends who really understood
there were steps to avoid the guilt trip
and a path towards possible sainthood

she regained her faith by serving others
her specialty is helping grieving mothers
today she demonstrates that age does no matter
myths about the disease she is able to shatter

she has become God’s shining example
for many, her testimony is more than ample
she shares the lessons as she was told
never too young, never ever too old

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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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