When friend's are few
And you find yourself
feeling down
Without a confident or
sage such as D.K
Seek not the solace and
comfort found in chicken soup
Or drown your sorrows in alcohol
To perk and pick you up
But rather converse in that
of the poetic kind
Because exchanging poetry comes
without the fear of a morning
hangover
And even more than an apple
Keeps the doctor at bay
Because sometimes all one
needs
Is to vent and be heard
And at that moment in time
when it comes
You will realize the person you
1st wish to call upon and confide
in
Is a friend indeed
A farewell with a token of gratitude...
To my dear Rosies,
For the thousand colorful blooms, you gave,
For the everlasting fragrance, you showered on us,
For the happiness you brought us,
A pool of gratitude floods my heart!
With the sorrowful sighs so quiet,
With the teary eyes that drowns my soul,
With nature’s cruel separation of our bond,
forced, I bid you farewell my dears!
Sleep now under the snowy blankets of winter,
With the warmth of love and care, I gave you,
Drown your sorrows in the hopes and dreams,
of the joyous tomorrows that await your return!
With open arms and an anxious heart,
awaits you here a poor soul counting the days,
Full of hope in nature’s promises of rebirth,
Till we meet again in the spring of the year to come.
I feel your cold heart freezing
Let me melt those tears away
Drip your tears upon my shoulder
Let me warm your soul setting it on fire
I will gather your tears and drown your sorrows
Holding you up never letting you fall
Turning the dark side of the moon
Facing the sun always brightening your smile
You will feel the ocean waves calming you
Hear the sounds of chirping birds in the spring
The stars will twinkle in your eyes on a moonlit night
Locking you in my soul never letting you go
Let me melt your freezing heart
FATHER
Jim Beam, Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels
friends with them all.
Miller, Busch, Ballantine, Schimidt
you held them close.
So busy with your “friends”
no time for baseball games,
fishing, hunting, talking. No
father-son adventures.
Only bond in smoke thickened
bars, playing at base of stool
while another was poured to
drown your sorrows.
Salesmen sweating and trembling
would come to the door, unsure
if anger, threats would greet them.
Only you and your “friends” knew.
Crumbs, soups, toast, hot dogs,
nothing nutritional. Wonder we
didn’t starve. Dirty rags worn
days at a time-kids can be cruel.
Was seven when I watched
Your back disappear for the
last time. Was fifteen when
died saving another boy.
Lonely, cold Christmases,
birthdays passed uncelebrated.
Thanks for your legacy.
You were a great father
ALCOHOL
When I turned twenty, I started to drink
It made me feel like a man, I think
But I found out I was mistaken
Lost in a fog that may not be shaken
For years I lived in a twilight dream
With Johnny Walker, Jack Daniel and Jim Beam
In retrospect, my friends were few
But they were alcoholics too
Like the Prodigal Son, I came to my senses
I knew it was time to start mending fences
So I entered treatment to save a career
That was quickly beginning to disappear
On the eleventh of January 1982
I quickly learned what I must do
I needed to look life full in the face
And save myself from certain disgrace
Today I tell others who are beginning to fall
You can't drown your sorrows in alcohol
Rely on God, our sovereign Creator
And you won't have to miss out later
On eternal life where you will be
In total bliss for eternity
So heed the words of a man who knows
Alcohol abuse will fill you with woes
But once you trust Jesus Christ with your life
Your days will not be filled with strife
They will be filled with one thing for certain
You'll miss hell at your final curtain
Gazing up into the sky
A falling star catches my eye
Surrounded by the brightest moon
A memory soon floods my head
Of all the things we left unsaid
Misalignment of the stars
Drown your sorrows in a bar
Lies, deception, I was weak
But you are hopeless. Never speak
What you seek you will not find
My heart was used but it's still kind
A constellation in my head
My feelings are just simply dead
Misaligned is all you'll be
The word is published the world will see
The voices echo in my head
as I lay her on my bed
No longer gazing at the stars
Your memories have left some scars
Fall from sky and fall from grace
Don't ever want to see your face
You are rotten to the core
Your soul is far worse than any whore
A galaxy of endless night
The stars some dead no longer bright
A shooting star blitzes by
Falls further from the sky
Falling, tumbling, hurtling down
Blinking, thinking of this clown
Gas, dust, dark matter
Like fools who bleat with endless chatter
My brother’s keeper, four glass walls
amber liquid in a bottle.
Drink after drink,
hear the glasses clink.
Words as bitter as the gin,
sometimes he lets the liquor win.
Drown your sorrows with every swallow,
until you feel nothing,
insides hallow.
Hear your heart pumping but its not pumping blood,
alcohol runs through your veins,
spreading with every pulse.
Words tumble out of your mouth,
True or false?
My brothers keeper has caught many before,
And oh how I know there will be many more.
If blood makes you human
then what is he?
Not the brother he used to be.
Lost in a sea of golden temptation,
each new bottle: his salvation.
Politicians and Promises
By Franklin Price
8/28/2015
Politicians and promises
Are quite synonymous
If they do not keep them
That is no surprise to us
Will tell us what we want to hear
Promise us most anything
Enthrall us with verbosity
On every word we'll cling
Promises you'll likely hear
I'll try to paraphrase
If politicians ever kept them
It would make for better days
“A job I'll make for everyone
For all that want to work”
(If you vote me in I've gotten mine
If you get yours it's just a perk)
“Vote me in and you will see
How much better off you are”
(You can drown your sorrows
At happy hour in the bar)
Listen closely when you're told
“All I do is just for you”
Look for the hidden mirror
The words reflect them right on cue
Each time we hope it's better
When polling rolls around
That the elected keep some promises
Not just another hollow sound
Disclaimer: The quoted stanzas are not my words, I found them online and they inspired me to write this poem. The credit for the lines go to jdwate on DeviantArt.
"Slit your wrists and cut your thighs,"
"Wipe your tears and dry your eyes,"
Take a pill and practice a smile,
Drag yourself that final mile.
Forget your friends and drown your sorrows,
You will be lucky to see tomorrow,
In the end your all alone,
Nowhere you go will ever be home.
Pick up the gun and aim at your head,
Remember that you're better off dead,
Say your prayers, then end your life,
Look who finally gave up the fight.
Shed your tears of pain,
In this world nothing is left to gain,
Close your weary eyes,
Try and escape this world of lies.
Though you're not there
You still leave a presence
Thinking of happiness gives you the chills
Like a kid opening christmas presents
At night you drown your sorrows
But tonight your sober
But yet that bottle numbs the "Pain all Over"
I know you don't say it
Your actions explains it all
All you want is someone
That right one
To catch you when you fall
It's definately hard to say
But you wish you were closer
Wishing he would hold you tight
Tell you it's alright
Just to ease that "Pain all Over"
I'm just on the outside looking in
Patiently waiting to be that man
That secures your heart
Speaks to your soul
Listens and understands
You can say there are no good men
It's time for a change over
I'm trying to compliment your intelligence
Carress your mind
Be a part of your surrounding essence
Be that drug that makes you wonder
Just to stop that "Pain all Over"
A brand new development for you and me
A gated community you just have to see.
Situated on the plains of deep despair
A rocky road will lead you there.
Surrounded by lovely weeping willows
Beautiful vistas of the sea of sorrows.
So if you are feeling down and out
This community is what it's all about.
The school of hard knocks will teach you well
The Drown your Sorrows pub is really swell.
And should you crave some company
Why down the street lives Lady Misery.
Soliciting is certainly not allowed in here
Opportunity won't come knocking, have no fear.
Undesirable tenants were the ladies Luck and Hope
Fortunately for us they decided to elope.
The restaurants will only serve the bitter pill
Of humble pie and crow, you can have your fill.
For sport we do have plenty of space
Feel free to enjoy our weekly rat race.
So if you feel depressed and without hope
Why we offer bungi jumping without a rope.
We have taken great care as you can see
To offer our tenants every possible amenity.
So if life has turned its back on you
If you have nothing to lose and feeling blue.
Consider buying your very own stand
In this community called No Mans Land.
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