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A FRIEND OF MINE

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A FRIEND OF MINE

A friend of mine is a cloistered friend so how did this come to be?
Perhaps it’s because of the love in her heart for…
the fruit of her money tree.

(Perhaps Friend’s dad was the key.)

Her papa did drink from dawn to dusk from the time she was a girl.
He spent all his time aguzzlin’ gin as he…
gave the worl’ a whorl.

(So what does this mean to me?)

I was a Papa, indeed I was and a Great-great, now that I am.
And all of my children are beautiful now…
that I finally give a damn.

(So why do I feel so free?)

I could have been her Papa were it not for a friend of a friend
Who shared about turning it over and…
How to make healing amends.

(So what does this mean to thee?)

That’s it, Dear Friend…
My name is Lee…A very grateful Recoveree…
a Recovering Orphan of the Big Hazee
(a grateful recovering alcoholic.)

DESIREEXPECTATIONSFEARFREEDOM

 

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A LOVING BIT OF LOGIC

 

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Love is outbound with no expectation of return.

Although Love is circular and is always shared.

Love is the key to the Memory of All.

Love is Fulfillment.

Love is Creation.

Love is Art.

And Art is all there is.

So there you have it…

Love is knowing that there is Nothing left to Know.

 

 

 

ELEPHANTS RARELY GO HIPPETY HOP

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Elephants rarely go hippety hop;

Most certainly, rarely do I.

But what is that peeking from yonder cloud?

What is that up in the sky?

 

And over there, some tiger teeth

There must be fifty or more

And wrapped around them a great big grin

Like a Cheshire. Size XL or more

 

And who is that creature approaching me now?

A  hippo? I think not.

Or an elephant? no,

Of that I am sure

It’s hippety,  hipping and  hop.

 

So that is the end, for now at least

Of this dream in a foreign land

Bring me a drum and a big bassoon

I shall leave with a marching band.

(Won’t you join me? Take my hand.)

OUR FORMERLY WITTY SELVES

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“You’re a wimp” said he

With Fire on his breath

His words were crisp

Like the crackle of death

And my friend whose message

Of Ooh La La

Became instead one of Oom Pa Pa

and said “Yes”,

To the voice of his Alter.

Not once did he dare to falter.

Identified then as an arrogant prick

He wasn’t really (Perhaps he is sick)

Of what (Who knows) could it be that he

Forgot who he was and thought he was me

(As usual in search of another Rhyme

I seem to have run out of time.)

By Lee Broom

 

 

HI, HOW ARE YA?

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HI, HOW ARE YA?


When I turn to God and say “Hello” and He answers “Hi, How are ya?”

I  look a little closer; Who will he be tomorrow?

Today he may be Clara, tomorrow perhaps Claude

The next day may be Manny; yesterday was Maude.

 

I really don’t know What or Who or even When or If God Is.

What I do know is that when I call on God I find Love.

When I Accept that Love I find Knowledge.

When I apply that Knowledge I find Friendship.

When I share that Friendship I discover more Love.