Best Aa Poems
AA
I know what you’re thinking
I ought to stop drinking
But with finances shrinking
I don’t know where to turn
Stock and bonds and mutual fund
All are on a downward run
And so the drinking has begun
I don’t know where to turn
No payments made so they’re repossessing
All my things – my life’s so stressing
Drinking is my only blessing
I don’t know where to turn
But then I was invited in
To where the healing can begin
I found a means unto the end
Now I know where to turn
No one judging, no one scolding
Open talking – no withholding
A new direction they are molding
This is the place to turn
It doesn’t solve financial woes
That’s not the way the program goes
Encouragement’s what they propose
There’s a better way to turn
So don’t try to solve this on your own
You need some help, you’ve always known
And AA works – results have shown
Here is the place to turn
So come on in, sit down a spell
You’ve got a story I can tell
This is the place where you’ll get well
Start with this when it’s your turn
Hi. My name is __________________
And I am an alcoholic
I meant to post this on teh 10th but it slipped by. While I have never used the service of the AA, I know of some who have and some more that should have. Bob Smith founded AA and June 10th, 1935 (Dr. Bob Smith’s sobriety date) is considered the birthday of Alcoholics Anonymous.
AA TO DF, THE COMPLETE LIST
AA automobile association – UK’s best
AB Alberta - Canadian province in the west
AC electric currect alternating
AD anno domini - yearsafter Christ’s coming
AE famous poet real name George William Russell
AF air force as in RAF - and USAF as well
Ba barium – a chemical element
BB Brigitte Bardot - attracted every gent
BC years before Christ the Lord
BD as in CHMN. of the BD. = board
Be beryllium an element much in use
BF bloody fool - in UK , polite abuse
Ca California – beaches, suntanned crowds
Cb cumulonimbus clouds
CC cubic centimeters (as in 500cc motorbike)
CD compact disc. Or cadmium if you like
CE civil engineer (professional designation)
cf means “compare” (Latin abbreviation)
Da = Russian for “yes”
Db decibels - measure of sound, I guess
DC is where Obama works his activity
DD doctor of divinity
De = French for “of” or “from”
DF direction finder - for a plane with a bomb
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Written for Debbie Guzzi's Contest "A.C, D.C.. A.D., B.C."
“This is where we are,” I said, as I aimlessly threw pebbles to my left...
and my hand ripped grass, the destruction of Spring and the creation of happiness as we
gathered ourselves in the midst of nothing-to-do, my nails recovered dirt as my palms
discovered life and he
took.my.hand.
carelessly, without thought, as if it was the only thing to do...
I checked my knees for bruises and found the fading black and blue of Pennsylvania, the
pattern resembled the horizon we gazed at beyond the cliffs where my feet felt slightly
unsure and my fear of heights dared me to step one inch closer to the edge, I had watched
him and found his fearlessness to be divine as he went two inches and ignored the rocks I
had payed close attention to race to the bottom of nowhere as if to find the somewhere
that existed...
beneath us...
I gazed up into sunshine and followed the trail of Saturday clouds, dreams scattering
themselves, their shapes secrets that hid in the middle pages of picture books, and I
imagined us as my tongue spoke the wisdom of A.A. Milne and thought about the
intuitiveness of childhood, I smiled, and inched closer to his side...
“Here we are,” he sighed, slipping his hand underneath the back pocket of my favorite
tattered blue jeans, and as his fingers fumbled with the frays in my fabric, he kissed me,
once, on the lips, a Saturday quiet where only we existed in the time it took breath to
meld and touch, and settle weeks beneath skin in the slight chill of April, and I nodded
as the sky watched us and thought..
we'd make a beautiful picture book, we'd settle in the middle of a page whispering secrets
that could create the smile that spoke of youth.
JUST THINKING....
Now as I sit here
With an O shaped mouth
Wishing to write something
Ending up writing nothing...
Tired I am
Of this common brain drain
Greeting us all in this abode...
I can't write
I wish to work
None is here...
My dream job knocks
I open the door for it
I see it not...
Is it lurking?
Has it gone?
Is it coming back?
Or
Was it just a flash in the pan?
I know not..
Here I wait patiently
For it
Writing nonsense
Which might make sense...
Does it make sense?
I know not...
Send to me a helper
Before all goes awry...
Here I cry
Beg
Plead
Weep
Sweat
And
.......
I need it
Before it boils over!!!!
Step 1: Admitted we were powerless and that our lives had become unmanageable.
But I admitted that long before your lips knew my name.
I shook hands with the darkness and deals had already been made.
Step 2: Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.
By that point it was easy to see that I believed even a 12 watt light bulb burnt out still held more power than I did
Step 3: Prayed to any God that would listen and hoped they checked their voice-mail regularly.
Step 4: Pieced together the butterfly wings and dimes from dark alleyways. Pinned red string between the people we used to be and these more recent newspaper clippings.
Step 5: Admitted to the 12 watt light bulb, to ourselves, and to the only other person we could trust the depths of our confessional.
I watched her lips entranced as they moved in the mirror.
Step 6: Said enough. I dug out old running shoes and stole your shoe laces. The ones they wouldn't let you have beyond the locked white doors.
Step 7: I humbly asked the 12 watt light bulb to go off over my head for 's sake just once.
Step 8: They told me you made a list of all those you'd harmed. I wonder how many times you wrote my name, and at which point you finally wrote yours.
Step 9: I guess you didn't make it this far because my voice-mail still sits silent.
Step 10: I laced up those shoes and ran. Fast and Far. Kept taking Step after Step until my ribs screamed for air and I could finally laugh again.
Step 11: I changed out that 12 Watt for one that glows steady.
Step 12: I bask in the glow of the new light without the fear of the darkness I outran. The closet monsters can't touch me now. No darkness is more frightening than my own, and deals have already been made.
the word beauty, is thrown around alot these days.
but these days aren't so beautiful, are they?
i certainly know, oh i know, the things i know, know me.
and you know me, our love is strong. and your my days.
I never knew angst to be so devilish a thing
Taking me from a million clean years,
To ABC house of booze, because,
My blood money was abused by him
Wrecking the Kia Sportage I was strapped in
A passenger, pained to point of surgeries.
And on a rainy morning he swore resenting
Driving me to physical therapy,
And before the settlement, made his request:
"...Do my bathroom floor like yours."
And half of what I got was to be his
He carved such rules I broke in time
And kept secret what figures were mine.
But, lo and behold I sat pondering, counting pennies
And the devil drove me to think...
I should drink to that
All I got, and shared, and fail to stash.
Who knew Canadian whiskey would whisk me to detox?
And I, a recovering addict/alcoholic chose house of God
In AA I'd sit with alcoholics sharing what they drank,
How, when, where.
I'd rather say never again.
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A to Z 1 to Infinity - , Eureka's;: N O M O?
VOILA!
Being kicked to the curb
while skipping to the loo
my friends.
Now back to my shake and bake,
small town of Hilo,
that sits on the bay
below erupting
Mauna Loa &
the 100+ tremors
daily since it began
this past Sunday late at night.
Aloha Hilo Poet William
I got some
Experience
Gimme a little bit
Of that Strength
Some
Just a little hope
I'm trying to get
Rid of that dope
I'm tired
Of waking up
In my own blood
Sleeping in cars
Tired of hanging in bars
Don't tell me how
You got high
Tell me how
To stay dry
It tells the soul,
I’ll give you wings.
I’ll enlighten you and bring peace.
I’ll fill your mind with a brilliant idea.
I’ll cause your heart to feel like it agrees…
With me, anything is possible –
Even the darkest doubts will see…
With me, the champion, the star –
There is a promise of no worries, no qualms,
No reason to doubt the alcohol.
It tells the soul,
You’re free to do anything,
You can dream and believe.
You can always achieve.
You will know and agree… this drink,
It provides your mind with ingenuity,
Gives your heart wings, your life originality.
It tells the soul,
Yes, oh yes, you are free,
While, in secret, it locks the chains,
Chains sent to expose your insecurity,
Chains meant to destroy your certainty,
Chains sent to darken your skies,
And bleed worry into all of your nights.
As it tells your soul – you are free,
It imprisons you with bonds that, in fact,
Will make it nearly impossible to breakout,
Escape the tears, the fears, the years…
Seas of heartbreak and loneliness,
Seas of misery and melancholic fate,
Seas who drown you in an alcoholic’s regret!
Fourteen medicine jars. Twelve tinted orange. Two blue. All with white lids.
A variety of sizes. A warning. If you mix AA and BX you will die.
I am not kidding, the young doctor said. They will kill you. Do not take them together.
AA and BX, her memory said. “Remember that, in case the pain gets worse.”
“You will not get sick, you will die. You will be DEAD,” the young doctor said sternly.
A guarantee.
What great advice, young doctor man. Advice you should not give out so quickly.
You had never met Sarah before, you did not know she had attempted suicide three times.
You just gave her exactly what she wanted to hear. AA and BX. So wise. So smart. So silly of you.
After nineteen days of suffering Sarah again remembered AA and BX.
They were both in those bottles. All she had to do was find them.
It did not take long. She took three AAs and four BX’s. Then she thought maybe she should take more.
So she did.
They wrote “accidental overdose” on the coroner’s report.
That pissed her off.
There was nothing accidental about it.
She had taken AA and BX intentionally. It had not been a mistake.
It had been her way out. She could not take the pain any more. It was that simple.
She praised the young doctor for letting her know. Thank God for that one.
There was a tug on her hand. She looked down to see a tiny little angel.
“Was it an accident?” the angel asked her.
She shook her head “no”. “Me neither,” the tiny one said. “I ran out in front of a car.”
“On purpose?”
The little angel nodded. “I accidentally dropped the baby and my Mom said he might die.”
“I decided if I died first, she wouldn’t have to keep yelling at me.”
The two angels walked under an archway laden with pink and red roses into a beautiful valley. “We can stay here as long as you like,” the little one said, “but then we have to learn lessons. But the lessons are not as hard as the ones we learned on earth.”
Sarah was grateful more than ever for the young doctor.
YA KNOW WHAT, I AIN'T ENTITLING THIS BECAUSE I JUST MISSED THE TITLE STORE
THERE ONCE BE A PAIR
THEY MET IN A PARK
IN THE DARKNESS OF DESPAIR
AND SUDDENLY A SPARK
BUT AN ERRANT FLAME THIS COULD BE
ALAS, A LAD AND A LASS
'TWAS ON A NIGHT TWO WOUDST AGREE
TO NAKED THEIR FEET AND WALK ON SHATTERED GLASS
OH THE SHARPENED SHALE OF DEPTH IT GOAL
LEAVING BLOOD AS A TRAIL THEY KNEW LED TO NOWHERE
AND OH THE INNOCENCE THOSE ILLICIT ILLUSTRATIONS STOLE
YET NEITHER USED THEIR BETTER JUDGEMENT AND NOR FEAR
EACH PAIR OF EYES FOCUSED ON A FLICKERING LAMP
YET MINDS BESET BY SHOULD OR SHOULDN'T THEY
AND THERE MIDST A MISTY EVE WITH TRANQUILLY DAMP
HE SAID "FOR THE MISSING STARS IN THE SKY SOMEONE MUST PAY"
AND SO THEY ROSE TO STROLL SOMEWHERE EACH KNEW LITTLE OF
BLINDLY DID BOTH YONDER THEN TO PIERCE A FEARSOME LINE
NO, IT BE NOT WHAT YOU MAY THINK IF YOU THINK IT LOVE
I ONLY KNOW THEY WERE WAYWARD AND ONE OF THEM DIED BUT FROM
WHAT......WELL YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE
(C) 2011......phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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Tridev Dubey
hello
my name
is Ambrose
and i'm
a male
anglerfish
i admit
i've been
since birth
attached
to my woman
not even to say the
word
love
but
because
of her blood
and above all
so down
in the deep
i need her yes
i am
dependent
on where she
swims
and where
she goes so
yes i
yes i
depend
on
my
wife's
life
and i
never will
be able
to make it
without her
im playing cards with pandora
and she’s bleeding her hand
its so painfully obvious
i see her grand plan,
because calamities hit a set
and she’s feeling alright
but theres one card left
im holding hope tonight
and its hope which
keeps me in this game,
im bankroll backed
no matter the pain
that might come
from losing it all
im in too deep
not prepared to fall
the scripture clearly indicates
what one should do in this place
step 1
admit you’re powerless
you cant fight demons which dont exist
step 2
find someone who
can save you and set your free
step 3
give up again,
find your god and pray to them
step 4
im getting tired of this
pray for strength to resist
temptations which prick and poke
nerve endings, sending signals
to the brain, wanting more
needing pain,
write it down, find where it hurts
tell us all how you’re the worst
step 5
step 6
step up
who gives a
you wont resist
until your hope ceases to exist