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Why Write

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“Why did I write?

Because I found

life unsatisfactory.”

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~ Tennessee Williams

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)    classic: each word only one syllable
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write
to tell
spell it out
make up a sign
print
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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5
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selfish, self-centered
dysfunction
sick families that feud
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Poem:
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there was a family from somewhere
whose dynamics were in need of repair
dysfunction ruled their everyday life
all of their interactions filled with strife

each one of them had their favorite ism
the majority suffered with grandiose egotism
or cynicism, hedonism, narcissism, nihilism
however, none could be accused of having optimism

alcoholism and drug abuse prevailed
attempts to recover always failed
fear and anger were the dominate emotion
yelling, screaming, rarely a civil word spoken

therapy, therapy and more therapy
a family of old people seeking maturity
the judge sent the youngest to a 12 step meeting
they had him hooked with the initial greeting

to fight his ism’s he became courageous
his new found attitude became contagious
the family slowly joined him, one by one
they learned how they had taken the fun out of dys ‘fun‘ ction

a few major lessons they learned real well
only a Higher Power could make them compel
the family is we, not I, myself and me
on how they did it, they did not have to agree

we are very glad this story had a happy ending
however, recovery is never ending mending
so keep coming back, more strength to share
for to truly function, we must care
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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 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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