Best Off The Wagon Poems
Rainbow Nation
Blanca is white like beautiful snow in the Drakensberg Mountains
she snorted star powder past the perforated septum into her brain
Black as coal from the underworld mines in Mpumalanga Melanie
had her stomach pumped and purged while sleeping off darkness
Amber is coloured mixed race in the Rainbow of Nations her work
still paid in dop cheap vine that slaves her away in alcoholic trance
Arnav of Indian descent was hooked on dagga grown by the ocean
converted to heroin sold her frail body and skin for brown liquid sugar
Jacobus Bandele Lungelo and Bhavin shared needles and comfort
on the streets of Johannesburg flirted with disaster drug related crime
and their dealers cracked at the dawn longed for dust in the dusk
Drugs do not respect colour gender ability social class and religion
all druggies are equal with craving dependency not restricted to some
Now united in rehab like the state of the nation they all stood at the
table of mountains with one foot in the grave at the cliff face of habit
One day at the moment they now battle their demons resist the temptation
for only the time being from one morning away from the devious mourning
one drug line not taken one fall off the wagon shunned and avoided for now
They have all chased the dragon for far too long and imbibed with the devil
for so many wretched days and nights of delusion torment addiction and pain
Again once more each day anew their only chance to abstain one day at the time
The Seas of Nonsense
Sailing the Seven Seas in various degrees
With difficulties I'll have another please...
Make sure that it's absolute, I need the proof
Falling off the wagon in search of the truth...
Chasing the Evil Dragon, can you imagine
With pants saggin', mind zig-zaggin...
Another crossword please in various difficulties,
Light wind is a breeze, sailing the Seven Seas.
bmdavey@08/2016
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A broken torpedo got wedged in my eye,
making me squint out some tea
Laughed at a submarine sauntering by,
hoagies afloat on the sea
Gathering minnows from dams ‘bout to break,
opening flood gates again
Stood midst a puddle dressed up like a lake,
watching a red herring trend
Drove to the village where parrots can sing,
lyrics in cracker crumb chords
Clarinet solos encrusted with bling,
blended with Chevys or Fords
Fell off the wagon as drunk as a dog,
staggering, swaggering tail
Some call it beer but to me it’s called grog,
others will shout out, “it’s ale”
Snuck through the door where the hairdresser sleeps,
fondled her comb and her brush
Searched for the broom that her half-sister keeps,
swept but there wasn’t a rush
Gather your hopes in a jar on the sill,
pay past-due taxes on time
Ignore this verse, it is meant as a fill,
another stanza of rhyme
So here we have it, whatever you find,
words I decided to write
Merely a world that exists in my mind,
keeping me up late at night
Hoping for meanings as words start to dance,
all to a random request
Not even this has the faintest of chance,
I think it’s time for a rest
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she had lost the plot long before in an insane labyrinth of her mind
trapped in the rat race of high speed and the volume on full blast
incarcerated shackled and straight jacketed thumb screws and all
contorting denial delusion and psychedelic support to no valid avail
and the wall of her self-imposed prison was barbed with wire of pain
the maze of synaptic connections discharged commands of unreason
torturous wheels of cognition failed to balance fierce contradictions
twisting and hurting she succumbed to a myriad of fake solutions
turning the tourniquet tight to receive the message of brown sugar
winding serpentine paths misconstrued from temptation and promise
and still the garden remained a wasteland of intemperate indignation
she had fallen off the wagon so many times that the engine had stalled
sinews lay bare under a sinuous array of purulent scars and punctures
a tattered puzzle of perplexed bewilderment awaiting the ultimate shot
the heroine submerged in near namesake poison in face of the needle
as the epitaph neared completion and the funeral cortege proceeded
she prayed and surrendered to a white knuckling ride of withdrawal
dragons danced with cold turkeys on her tomb stone but they refused
to relinquish hope for affronted vultures puked at sight of her ghost and
she recalls near death experiences and abstinence as a miraculous gift
25th June 2020
No one ever talks about it
it hurts
it throbs
uncomfortable
\No one knew what to say
especially when it was no longer all about them
but it was
Who have i been with?
who have you been with!!!?
the tears
pain
throbbing
thief of under
under where?
under there
All my friends were busy
Called mom yesterday we fought
My brother bout fell off the wagon
cause i want to move away if he moves near
and they're all blaming my ex
i know better
psychological torment
Im the ****
Im the whore
I blame myself as i should
serves me right
right?
so who wants a piece of this pie?
drug induced schitsoeffective
mood disorder
mentally ill
diseased
Lover Boy
all for you
Just give me more pills
Two friends left
I don't want to talk to the Angel whose ex stole my password to this site
My ex girlfriend whose room i lit on fire owes me 240 dollars for her drug debt
things are getting better
happy birthday rip off
merry Christmas debt
high and dry
Now Herpe New year
and i wept
again
stronger this time to not go over the reasons to live versus those i should die
and i laid in bed
with no one to hold
so young
people are cruel
I'm the joke dressed in suicide
just make sure you wash your hands
when you clean up after my mess
you might get infected
and then as the songs go sang by the artists
that sing about how my names are songs
I'll be the one responsible for killing all of my friends and myself after all
For the love of latex and lesions
practice safe sex
know your partners well
and remember life aint no merry go round
it can happen to you
it happened to me
and I've only been out of the funny farm
for three years
before that i was clean
before that was high school
and the nightmare i will always remember and equate with the word
DREAM
They fade away
Like distant memories
Do not cling to their toxic remarks
It’s meant to pull you down
Hidden behind
Their smiles and falsified hugs
Of reassurance
Watch their hands
Watch your back
Do a double take
For the marks made by their knives
You might not feel it now
It might be just a scratch or two
Until it finds a foothold
And they grind them deep into your flesh
It is so easy to be sucked in
The need to belong so strong
Until the dark days come
And you are left alone
Wondering what happened
To the joy riders
They got off the wagon
Once they saw the self destruction sign
Up ahead
They did it with a smile
It is the only thing they know
Running away is their expert play
Lift your head up
Cry if you have to
But don’t give up
You still have a chance
This time do it with a sober mind
Do it for you
©175007072013
I did not write for many years;
Nay! I ne'er penned a verse!
I was too consumed by fears:
The kind that cripple first...
Ev'ry thought was coarse- was terse!
A concrete Heart about to burst!-
Devoured by Dragons when I fell off the wagon-
Please, stop reading, and call me a hearse!
*"Writing" Contest Entry*
Buy rum and eggnog
Buy the decorations
Decorations to put up
Decorations to light up
Up **** creek
Up on the roof
Rooftop Santa
Rooftop sleigh
Sleigh bells ring
Sleigh and reindeer
Reindeer eat
Reindeer crap
Crap to shovel
Crap to do
Do not drink
Do not fall
Fall off the wagon
Fall down the chimney
Chimney ashes
Chimney soot
Soot on face
Soot on hands
Hands me a towel
Hands me drinks
Drinks too much
Drinks my lunch
Lunch is served
Lunch of cookies
Cookies crumble
Cookies need milk
Milk the reindeer
Milk the job
Job is a pain
Job for a holiday
Holiday gift
Holiday wish
Wish in one hand
Wish away the day
Day is flying
Day of reckon
Reckon I will have another
Reckon I am drunk
Drunk on Christmas
Drunk on love
Love hurts
Love this holiday
Holiday eggnog
Holiday cheers
Cheers...
Eggnog...
Written 11/28/17
for Contest
Blitzing Christmas
Hosted by taai tekai
Martine
Timid, reliable, emotional, observant
Wife of Nathan Church
Lover of time management games, cooking competitions and giggle smoke
Who feels anxious, determined, inspired
Who needs attention, La Croix seltzer water, and yoga tights
Who gives thanks to God
Who fears natural disasters, highways and falling off the wagon....again
Who would like to see all disease extinct
A resident of Orlando
Lincifort-Church
Oh, we need honey?
And milk?
And cheese?
Well, I will get them
If you please.
I am now leaving.
My friend
Is now talking.
I take a detour
As we are out walking.
Soon, we are lost
In the jungle
And squelching
Through the wet bog.
I think I hear belching.
We are face to face
With a creature.
A snake!
I wish for my home
And berry shortcake.
We are now running
For our dear lives.
I think what I see
Is a tree of beehives.
Our fate is uncertain
As we run toward the tree.
My friend can keep going.
But I fall. Oh, my knee!
Just as I think
It is time to give up
A chap comes along
With a cute little pup.
"Howdy-do," says the chap.
I look up.
What a guy!
"You see," I then say.
"I am just about fried."
I get in his wagon.
I am embarrassed to say
That I kind of like this dude.
But just then I heard a sound:
A cow mooed.
I jump off the wagon
And run toward the barn
With doors made of silk.
Then I steal from the cow
A bucket of milk.
I go to the back
And it stinks
But there's cheese!
I take all I want
If you please.
Then I look in my pocket
And there is no money
But lo and behold!
A sweet comb of honey!
I run away home
Just as fast as I can.
"I just went to market,"
I tell my mom Fran.
She looks at the bounty.
She looks kind of suspicious.
She tastes all my treasure.
She thinks it's delicious!
Hello, Baub. This is froufrou, I fell off the wagon. What do I do? I’m hanging all over this tree and I’m, so high I cannot see. Frou, I am on my way, so just let go. You have the adorning! One day at a time. We will pick up the pieces in the morning. 12/20/2016
Lately, I'm trying to diet
There's a lot of pain in fitness
All the tasty foods are taboo
Tell me, can I get a witness?
Standing on scales Saturday
Was my motivation to try
But without my chocolate sundae
I don't know but that I might die!
All the famous diet "Guru's"
Cast shade on the foods that I love
There's no way you can convince me
Cheeseburgers are not from above!
Not pushed, I jumped off the wagon
Thinking, "I'm not really that fat!"
I decided to leave it be
I thought, "Yes I can live with that!"
Then shortly there after I hear,
Across the street in a wee voice
"Hey mommy, look at that fat man!"
So......back on the wagon's my choice!
when younger & full of life,
idealistic with fist in the air,
hell bent on changing the world
with a communicative heart
whose capacity to give &
care for those around her/him
seemed without need to ever
replenish,
the thought that an institution
whose front seemed to be legit,
whose will to instill knowledge in
the population of those willing
seemed pure & true,
never seemed to register.
so onto college went the aspiring
world-changer,
doing all they could to study hard
to be involved in the community
to picket when needed, to protest
when driven, and on and on went
the wonderful world of
hope,
until
graduation.
now the taming came when the
bills started to clock in,
for the job promised by the admin
staff in the human resources dept.
at the college,
just wasn’t there, when the student
got out,
so the scramble to climb back up the
tree trunk,
in order to get back in that academic
nest,
began---
but this time, the stress of life on the outside
forced the individual to be scrapping for a
way to pay the rent while also
applying to a grad school &
the new dual distribution of energy
just didn’t pan out like it used to,
because the student had been
off the wagon,
so to speak.
in attaining a job to pay the bills,
without health insurance or
permanent status promised,
the lies began to show their face &
the idealistic student now became the
angry individual
whose whole attempt to become a
“better citizen”
had been shown to be an ordeal
not really worth having unless one
wants to be a slave to the loan companies &
therefore, a slave to the established status quo
of indifferent self-struggle,
which became par for the course
when the taming began.
now, without time to get out in the streets,
as there had been,
political motivation to change the world
morphs into a combination of
dissatisfaction with the slow outcomes &
a sense of failure in many different spheres---
now out of the academic loop &
locked into the work force,
the tamed, frustrated,
slave to the system
bows down their head to offer up their mind to the
chopping block &
uncle sam raises up the axe,
until down it comes thrashing
with all the glory of a good, solid,
decapitation.
i remember those nights,
you showed up with your Russian haired hood,
it was as the restaurant at the end of the world,
more like a diner;
you don't remember,
you weren't always there.
it was the night i fell off the wagon;
the lady in red,
riding hood, you remember?--
the cloak and dagger ramble?
the first night i said, 'i love you,' in anger;
the next day you were all perturbed,
as you told me a few days later...
there were too many zombies
out on friday nights,
when we had our dates,
so i don't remember.
but i remember now,
i went there without you...
a darkish red reminded me of my nights with you,
a glowish fire over the surroundings,
that glowed a blue, on nights before,
but red with you.
you added an ember to my idleness.
i want to go on a roadtrip.
this is all a little premature;
any given night is not the same
when we just go on random
on a trip that never plans.
i have too much to say...
what i see,
to show you without
with you...
i had a lot more to say
'sgood i forgot.
so i don't ruin then, now.
i'm there without you.
What if growth wasnt pain
What if I was sane
What if love would last
What if I foget my past
What if I was blind
Would I get wind of the sign
What if God wasnt God
OH how we would be robbed
What if the sun didnt shine
What if salvation was mine
What if I never learned to sin
Would I still have given in
What if I fall off the wagon
What if I fall off the wagon!?!?!?
What if birds didnt sing
What if she kept the ring
What if she didnt lie
What if she actually tried
Where would we be now
What if I learned how
What if I knew my fate
What if I couldnt create
What if I had all the splender
What if my heart wasnt tender
What if I found the one
What song would be sung
What if love would last
What if love would last