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Said the devil,
Don't worry with that God side
too many rules.
Don't do this,
don't do that.
You can't eat this,
you can't eat that,
Steal and you go to jail.
Cheaters well you're definitely in trouble.
Whoo-hou
you're going into the hell fiya.
Well look here,
don't worry about all that stuff.
Down here,
we have bars with the hottest drinks you can think of.
I mean booze so plentiful you'll be walking on fire.
Tanning salons, oh-wee real hot,
you can fry yourself down here, get all sorts of color.
Brothels to feast your eyes and choose.
I mean what more can you ask for?
Just come join me.
any regrets well fix you up with something even hotter.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 1/20/1985
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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We gathered for our thirtieth class reunion at Lydia's Smorgasbord.
I'd avoided such past events since in school I was largely ignored!
But my spouse proclaimed we would attend, thus ending that debate!
The dreaded encounter is expressed in verse below that I will now relate!
A social hour preceded the buffet where the booze freely flowed!
I looked about the room to see if I could spot anyone that I knowed.
I hardly recognized the campus queen - she had acquired a heap of weight!
That once haughty snob now tipped the scales, I judged, at one ninety-eight!
I saw the big-man-on-campus who was named most apt to score success.
He had a dearth of hair, an ample gut and an astonishing lack of finesse!
Some gal with purple hair staggered up to me and planted a slobbering kiss!
Must've been one of my old flames as I mused, "Now, who in hell is this!"
Guys gravitated my way boasting about this and that bending my ear.
They bored me with nasty jokes and trivia that I really didn't want to hear!
Of course I told all how great they looked, staring them dead in the eye,
And asking the Lord's forgiveness and crossed my fingers for telling such a lie!
The jocks were trying to impress one and all with their waning capabilities.
Most were hobbling about with canes discreetly masking their disabilities!
'Twas an interesting eve and the grub was great, of that there is no doubt,
But for our fortieth, fiftieth and sixtieth reunions, please include me out!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I was christened a vampire at the stroke of ten.
My bloody reign of terror was about to begin.
No more would I live as a once good samaritan.
To think before this, I was a confirmed vegetarian.
Now destined to hunt human prey by night,
Relishing the moment of that fatal first bite.
Down a dark deserted alley, I hatched a simple plan;
To watch for the arrival of a single woman or man.
Perched on a fire escape, it was there I awaited.
I hoped it wasn't someone to whom I was related.
But as my hunger grew, it didn't really matter.
I longed for the carnage and arterial splatter.
Soon there came the sound of staggering shoes.
It was a tall lanky man, clearly reeking of booze.
As soon as he neared, I pounced from above.
He puked on my chest and gave me a shove.
I fell on my back, as he ran from the scene.
Now jumping to my feet, I had to come clean.
This dirty deed wouldn't be as easy as I thought.
Could it be from the lessons I was never taught?
How does one kill for the very first time?
I was feeling quite ill and covered in slime.
I hurried back home, for a badly needed shower;
Then glancing at the clock, I noticed the hour.
Time was ticking down towards the coming of dawn.
I had to rethink my tactics and muster my brawn.
Two blocks over, I spied a lonely old maiden,
With a cane in her hand; and a purse that was laden.
I crept up from behind with cunning, stealth, and grace.
Spinning around, she screamed; and pepper sprayed my face.
Dropping to my knees, with eyes burning and red;
I prayed there was someone close, that was easily bled.
After deciding not to tolerate any tit-for-tat,
I finally gave up; and drank the neighbor's cat.
Beneath thick trees, where shadows grow,
The air grows heavy, the night does call.
A flask uncorked, a hand pulls tight,
The amber liquid steals the light.
Guns rest cold on wooden shelves,
Silent partners to men themselves.
In taverns dark and hearts undone,
The soul's last war has just begun.
Through leafy bushes thick as sin,
Where secrets start and lives begin,
The scent of earth and moss entwined,
With smoke and sweat, the senses blind.
A touch, a grasp, a sigh, a moan,
Lust takes root where seeds are sown.
The woods grow deep, desire grows wild,
Like hunting men, both fierce and riled.
The pull of whiskey, sharp and pure,
The shot that breaks the night's allure,
The bullet's path, a trail of fire—
In gunpowder and need, they conspire.
Green leaves shudder, the night winds rise,
Silent watchers, old and wise.
The breath of danger, lust, and booze,
In sin’s pursuit, there’s much to lose.
The flash of teeth, the gleam of steel,
All things too dark, too sharp to feel.
The trees are thick with whispered sins,
Where battles lost and love begins.
Beneath the branches, hearts beat fast,
Each moment stolen, meant to last.
A shot, a kiss, a night of lust—
All things of earth will turn to dust.
But here and now, the woods ignite,
With guns and drink and skin so tight.
The forest knows, the stars conceal—
In sex and sin, life’s raw appeal.
Here guns are gods, and whiskey’s king,
And lust, the secret that they sing.
In tangled woods, where shadows thrive,
It’s sin alone that keeps men alive.
I Did Not Ask
I did not ask to wake up one day only to say “I think I’ll be an alcoholic today.”
I did not ask to feel hurt and shame with family pointing at me to blame.
I did not ask for addiction by name. I did not ask to cause confusion and shame.
I did not ask to lose control, feeling anxiety, depression as a hole.
I did not ask for this family tree, it simply chose me.
I did not ask for dry heaves in the morning and shakes at night, only to realize I was quite a sight.
I did not ask to tell my children lies, only to hear their pitiful cries.
I did not ask to hide bottles of booze only to discover I had everything to lose.
I did not ask to leave hearth and home only to end up utterly alone.
What did I ask you may say?
I ask that my family continues to pray.
I ask for my tears to erase all the lost years that cannot be replaced.
I ask for courage from my higher power, to build within me a mighty tower.
Like a blood-red moon on the zenith of the summer sky
Like a crimson bindi on the forehead of a bride, shy
I place you, O anger, within my core consciousness realm.
With agitations of cogitations, within I whelm...
My voice raises; my entire physique trembles; my face frowns.
My fist clenches; sweat cumulates; there’s a curve in my crowns.
Wherefrom does, like a monster, arise this strange aggression?
Hurting myself and others, I fall into depression.
Hatred springs up like a mushroom from a monsoon muddle.
Both, one in mind and one in heart, as long-lost friends, cuddle;
Pessimistic moods threaten, like protruding dagger tips,
Within, often occurs, the exasperation eclipse...
You, combined with malicious thoughts and words, are in my blood.
Within, feelings of absurdity and emptiness, flood
Like cobras in Coitus, you passionately amuse.
Like alcoholics in full booze, ultimately, I snooze.
To get rid of your clench, for me, is a constant struggle.
This is because our intimacy is like a snuggle.
Rooted in it is the short pleasure I merrily draw.
I'm, like a chick in an eagle's inescapable claw.
The Divine intervention, at such a juncture, I plead.
Within unseen realms, as though wounded in battle, I bleed.
Crying, weeping, screaming, and screeching I come before God.
The consciously conscious who, with love and respect, is awed.
The havoc you caused in me during your satanic reign
Makes me understand that these hullabaloos are in vain
Sooner or later, like catharsis, you come to an end.
Towards freedom and sanctity, merrily, I transcend...
I was always the good kid
I didn't do anything wrong
Until that summer day
My bad girl came a long
Drinking her parents booze
Skinny dipping in their pool
Listening to Rock music
For the first time I felt cool
Exploring each others bodies
With more than just eyes
Moments felt like hours
As passion was realized
When the summer ended
She went her own way
I was left broken hearted
I guess bad girls never stay
Sometimes I do wonder
Was I ever that guy
That part of me I miss
Although I wonder why
Youthful indiscretion
A walk on the wild side
A cute girl in my arms
A really crazy ride
Greatly missed Contest (old Poems)
Written in 2012
Sitting in the hot tub
Jet sprays do a back rub
Rain pelting down upon my head
Completed my work out
Sun tries to come out
I should be inside working instead
Neighbors are peeking
Don’t know what they’re seeking
I really have nothing much to show
Instead of Tom peeping
In the bushes sneaking
They can join me and I’ve told them so
With my office in the house
Downtown is my spouse
It’s hard for me to motivate
Sitting all alone
Inside my empty home
The PC, sometimes, I must escape
So, if you’re driving by
Don’t care the reason why
Drop in and help to rescue me
Adult conversation
Supports mental health preservation
And would break up this monotony
If the door I don’t answer
Around back you should prancer
And bring yourself an empty glass
There will be booze to fill it up
You can add more to my cup
Please don’t mind my shiny bare …
Took an old memory out and cried a little
Seems time has taken its toll
Remembered drag racing on the stretch
Beer party down at Devil’s Hole
Pack of Luckies at Dutch Hill Park
Campfire in the Pines late at night
Like blood brothers, times were fun
Long ago when we were tight
Loved your sister, boyhood crush
You had my back in the street that night
Took him down when he pulled the knife
Friends forever when we were tight
Acme lot late one Saturday
Two girls, some Thunderbird wine
About two steps out of our mind
Throwing up, not feeling too fine
Adulthood arrived going separate ways
The ocean called and times were changing
Lost touch in those turbulent years
Seems the world was rearranging
I’ll stay crazy till my dying years
Now no longer part of the fight
But I still look back and smile
About long ago when we were tight
Learned you had passed while still young
Felt some pain as my mind raced back
That beat up Ford, see you Friday
Running now on a different track
Sometimes I get a little melancholy
Through blood shot eyes in the morning light
The girls, the booze and the wild times
Long ago, back when we were tight