Hgarvey Daniel Esquire Poet Rhyme

Alcoholic Logic

On the Pity pot with my Friend  ; I sit in a stupor : I’m drinking again
It’s been twenty years since I gave up the drugs I can’t get a handle on the
                                Jack Daniel’s Glugs : Glug Glug
He goes down smooth and warms my insides : but brings out the evil that
 Otherwise Hides  in a Jet  Black Heart : in a cold dark Heart evil resides
                                Johnny Walker : Gulp : Gulp
Black or Red : I drank so much I thought I was Dead : and maybe I am 
But I don’t give a Dam ; a bottle ; shot after shot  : I continue to slam
                                 Absolute Vodka : Swig : Swig
Goes down rather rough yet a couple of  quick shots and I think I’m tough
I Love the stuff : one  drink is to many ; Case upon case is never Enough

If I could feel the thrill, as I stagger up hill : to the base of Alcohol Alp
If I should reach the  very Top : I’m sure my drinking would Stop 
              THANK - YOU POETRY SOUP for YOUR  H E L P

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Laura Breidenthal February 29, 2012 at 6:35 PM I could picture everything completely. Love it! Always, Laura

Lynette Chachere April 29, 2010 at 12:26 PM jet black heart? that's really deep sounding. .i wish i would have read this one sooner. over drinking hides the pain they say.but it never takes takes it away forever, and the reality is, as always.it never mends a jet black heart, letting your emotions flow, and only the hearts desire, for it what it calls out for will piece it back together completely. .the day it is there again.i hope you feel better today.and i love you always spirit brother.-always&Forever your sister spirit Lynn

John Freeman July 2, 2009 at 9:49 AM Sounds like the old Hank William song"Tear In My Beer." Put some music to it, and make a living. The wisdom of jm

Cherica Eckiwaudah June 25, 2009 at 9:30 PM nice job. Always Cherica Lynn

James Marshall Goff June 19, 2009 at 4:08 AM what an outpouring of love HG, I understand this person's situation, my prescription......for me anyway...i ask God to guide my every move..He is in charge, my only chance to not sink.... thanks for comments HG... was wonderin' where you were!!!! jim

Carolyn Devonshire June 17, 2009 at 6:10 PM Hey, HG, nice to see you back on line. How about posting some new work for us? Love you, Carolyn

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen June 14, 2009 at 5:33 PM HG, Please write something new. I'm worried. Jet black heart... That's alcohol's lie. So feed the good, give a sigh and look for help from God, on high... no, I did NOT say get high.LOL Life has problems. There are many ups and down. I might be out of place here, but It's because I care. Remember, when the downs come, the best pick me up that can be found is to read good words that here abound. Before too long, joy again resounds. Say something. Let me know you're OK. Lovingly, Dane

Elizabeth Neal June 2, 2009 at 1:10 PM NIce work, the way you write alcoholsim in such words good wrok. Love Elizabeth

David Smalling May 30, 2009 at 11:58 PM I sense a summer fever, friend ... no doctor needed .. just one more for the road ... you did help when you commented on my poem. bravo

Donna Golden May 30, 2009 at 3:41 PM Writing such things down must be a sort of catharsis...but painful as well. Thank you for your truth. Others may feel alone until they read what you share from your heart. Keep on writing and fighting, HG! Donna G.

Laurie Ginn May 28, 2009 at 6:00 AM Mail call brother~

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen May 27, 2009 at 5:40 AM HG, I think that we have some mental connection. In the last week, I wrote 2 poems about alcoholism. Now this from out of nowhere from you. I'm not posting those poems because I need new poems for my upcoming book. You have so much to offer through your creative work. You are a blessing to this site. Pour the booze down the drain and make a new best friend... Mountain Dew! ...NOT the distilled kind. (Smiling.) Lovingly, Dane

Charlene Bird May 26, 2009 at 10:37 PM I prefer tequilla myself, but, that stuff is wicked and will get you quick. Great flow throughout HGarvey! Always be well friend!

Carolyn Devonshire May 26, 2009 at 7:52 PM Mail for you, HG

Carolyn Devonshire May 26, 2009 at 6:23 PM Are we driving you to drink, HG? Sure hope not. The writing is very clever, but the message is disturbing. Hope you're doing OK, HG. Love, Carolyn

Diane Christian May 26, 2009 at 8:20 AM a beautiful powerful poem, we have a friend who depends on alcohol and they are a great person and have a beautiful caring heart, he was married for about 36 years for his wife to leave him so its understandable that some of us turn to drink when we down, even i drank when I was a teenager at 17 on friday nights used to get drunk for a realease but I got pulled out of the pit by God, so many suffer in silence I hope your poem reaches out to those in ned to seek help and understanding. God bless

Sharon Winter May 26, 2009 at 7:24 AM The man writing this has no coldness in his heart. Therefore, I am assuming this is not about you. Although it is excellent poetry wise, it makes me sad and upsets me as I wonder abut that very last line. Going to email you. Love, shar

Sajdah Al-Riyami May 25, 2009 at 10:23 AM The true life of alcoholics in the beauty of the territory in yer poems:D Gr8!

Not Anymore May 25, 2009 at 7:09 AM *snaps* good form, you can almost hear it; that's a good thing.

Barbara Gorelick May 25, 2009 at 7:01 AM see your real mail BG