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Prayer Against Drunkenness
Oh Father God, deliver us from drunkenness
May we be overcome by mental alertness
Oh Lord Jesus, save us who are like Noah
Grant us the harmony of an orchestra
Oh Holy Spirit, rescue us from intoxication
Be our soundness to maintain our concentration
This we ask in our Almighty God. Amen.
-12/20/2015
(Dumarao)
*Gideons Prayer Poems Against Life Problems
Stunning beauty her face really was!
She was shaped more like a lovely vase.
Never for a one night stand!
Booze brewed my sins in bare hands!
Beer dragged my shame under my wife's claws.
Empty bottles of wine
Glass thats shimmering
Today has gone away
Tomorrow of pain stacking headaches
In a moon landscape, aloof night sprays of light.
A child's eyes well up! Beams of luminescence cling.
Angel marvels and ponders the modern World's blight.
The wispy style of savvy trees boldly veils the evening.
Your parents may not live forever, as they will a day!
The rusted river bangs to the noise of mist plunging,
Meanwhile, re-mixing with the planet's existing vitality!
Sadness, the force of my cynicism, greets me with sorrow.
And if it hadn't been for my injuries sustained sensitivity,
Perhaps the delight I've found in myself will also grow!
Devils haunt the night's fading interior atmosphere.
My gullible mind swings in twirl froths while I bestow.
My sad, strong face wipes the nervous laughter severe.
When will the Universe's beaming embraces adjure?
Written: January 2, 2022
bottles of champagne
vintage, luxury, fragrant -
summer party night
Abide
by Michael R. Burch
after Philip Larkin's "Aubade"
It is hard to understand or accept mortality—
such an alien concept: not to be.
Perhaps unsettling enough to spawn religion,
or to scare mutant fish out of a primordial sea
boiling like goopy green tea in a kettle.
Perhaps a man should exhibit more mettle
than to admit such fear, denying Nirvana exists
simply because we are stuck here in such a fine fettle.
And so we abide...
even in life, staring out across that dark brink.
And if the thought of death makes your questioning heart sink,
it is best not to drink
(or, drinking, certainly not to think) .
Originally published by Light. Keywords/Tags: Philip Larkin, Aubade, abide, death, mortality, depression, religion, drink, drinking, drunk, drunkenness, alcohol, addiction, fear, fettle, mettle, Nirvana, solitude, curtal sonnet
Vodka seems to be part of the Russians.
It's like order and structure for Prussians.
Vodka opens the mind,
but it makes one inclined
to fall over and suffer concussions.
How the Irish delight in their drink
is straightforward and touching I think.
Sean and Mary McGinnis
raise their glasses of Guinness,
and then gulp to oblivion's brink.
I’ve been told that the Finns take to boozing.
They love Kossu — a drink of their choosing.
This tradition is old
for in Finland it's cold,
so their habit can merit excusing.
Deliberate drunkenness, always a mortal sin
If the person is completely deprived of the use of reason by it
But drunkenness is not intended
Or desired may be excused from mortal sin
So goodbye, sir! I have to leave you now
For the horrible pressure in my head.
It happens; I got drunk, I don’t know how.
Sorry, I don’t remember what you said...
You look at me and smile in disbelief;
The little, strong drink caused the confusion,
And cheerfulness, and discomfort, in brief.
But I hope I behave within reason...
Everything seems bizarre, funny, or strange,
And your surprise is really laughable.
I didn’t suppose this only glass could change
My slant on events. It’s unbelievable...
Sir, thank you for this too short evening
Because of the glass full of strong whiskey.
Please talk quietly and be understanding
For the headache escalating sharply...
Bye-bye, sir! My cab is waiting for me.
You’re charming, but don’t expect too much.
Sorry, I plan no life changes, you see...
This evening was very nice, I’ll be in touch!
a true addiction
forbidden by the Bible
many have consumed
many are being consumed
moderation of all things
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