Long Sobriety Poems
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India is a country of diversities
People are accustomed to adversities
Inhabited by a pluralistic population
That still survives as a nation
The landscape contains mountains and rivers
The high peaks of Himalayas give climbers shivers
Rivers flow past forests with rich fauna and flora
The majestic tiger makes visitors awed by its aura
Spoken languages differ from one state to another
But the soil is considered sacred, like a mother
Customs and habits are different, too
Depending on where one was born and grew
Religious festivals are held all round the year
Devotees flock to temples from far and near
Priests commemorate numerous deities
Practice rituals ordained by religious societies
Clothes are worn with various hues and styles
People exchange greetings with hugs and smiles
At the congregation of different religious orders
There are many guests from across the borders
The form of government is parliamentary democracy
Numerous political parties ensure there is no autocracy
Months before elections, the political weather is hot
Battle of abuses, lies begin, each giving the best shot
Elections are held periodically to fill the seats
Winning party forms the government, celebrates with treats
Before election, sobriety dies as each party gives a clarion call
The verbal fight continues often ending in a brawl
This country was inhabited by great sages in the past
Who preached tolerance among all religions and caste
Common people love the prevalence of peace everywhere
Greedy politicians plant discord to enhance their share
End
July 9 Scripture Meditations Based on Ecclesiastes 1-2
Key Verse – Ecclesiastes 2:3 I sought in mine heart…, yet acquainting mine heart with wisdom…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR ACQUAINTING ME WITH YOUR WAYS
Thank You for acquainting me with Your ways’ blessedness
Really devoid of vanities’ worthlessness
Surely profitable along labour’s fruitfulness
Verily strengthening my faith for fervent steadfastness.
Thank You for acquainting me with Your ways’ sovereignty
Really upheld by truths’ certainty
Surely wise midst foolish futility
Verily controlling my actions to show godly sobriety.
Thank You for acquainting me with Your ways’ deliverance
Really certified by redemption’s endurance
Surely set for heavenly insurance
Verily keeping my salvation of eternal assurance.
Thank You for acquainting me with Your ways’ standard
Really fixed upon eternity’s safeguard
Surely supreme above academic excellent award
Verily gauging my stewardship with favourable card.
Thank You for acquainting me with Your ways’ victory
Really settled along Gospel love’s story
Surely triumphant all throughout Bible history
Verily empowering my sacrifices for Your glory.
Thank You for acquainting me with Your ways’ engagement
Really fueled by Your compassion’s endowment
Surely mighty through revival-bestowment
Verily inspiring my ministry involvement.
Thank You for acquainting me with Your ways’ sanctification
Really brightened through purification’s function
Surely holy toward repentance-glowing beautification
Verily cleansing my heart along guilt’s confession.
July 9, 2022
A father is supposed to be a man of integrity,
a respectable role model to look up to,
a father should be there for all eternity,
not someone tearing your childhood in two.
So what makes a father a good “daddy”?
What brings him the greatest joy in life?
Should it be his children who adore him?
That along with his faithful and loyal wife?
I’ve seen the dangerous bottle take him,
I’ve felt the pain he’s inflicted upon us,
but since sobriety called his name,
now there’s no one else I can trust.
See, I’ve been where he was thirty years ago,
my world too has been torn by alcohol and drugs,
and guess who took me under his wing?
Sewed me back together when life tugs.
That man I was scared of growing up,
became my true God-given inspiration,
he guided me into my own sobriety,
and I became a whole new creation.
Teaching me tools on how to live clean,
providing support when I struggled with cravings,
he brought me to a place I never thought I’d be,
and was the only one who did the saving.
Inspiration is the key to any success,
my apprehension led me to a place of fear,
but my father grew up to be my daddy,
and because of him I am still here.
Forgiveness is the tool for wrong doings,
pardoning for things he and I said,
we’ve hurt so many dear loved ones,
and had mornings of trepidation and dread.
But my father gave me faith to keep living,
and he brought me serenity where once was pain,
encouragement to be a great mom and wife,
and waking up to honesty and loyalty again.
A father is supposed to be a man of integrity,
and my father gave me the path to motivation,
he struggled for years with addiction as I did,
and became my number one greatest inspiration.
Who Has Inspired You Most In Your Life Contest
December 28, 2016
What is justice to those who are not apart of society?
I say this with a clear mind with no need for a test of sobriety
A society works by each have a need
An agreement is formed by each willing to feed
In their own way to make us whole
For our survival is our main goal
What happens when society no longer needs someone?
When they are looked upon and not regarded as a daughter or son?
Then what is justice to the homeless?
No property, forever known as the throne-less
Scrapping over scraps, neglected to be fed
Left on the side of the road for dead
What is justice to them, when no one will speak
When even the best handout will last only a week?
What happens when one no longer needs society?
When one amasses such a wealth, that they no longer live piously?
When ones authority is defined by ones superiority
Towards a society that becomes the beggar for ones generosity
Deplorable acts have no weight, no more than choosing food on a plate
Because society demonstrates it cares more about its fate
What is justice to them? Who can bend a nation at a whim?
When death cost pocket change even when its on film?
Now what happens when one no longer needs or is needed
A clean divorce with no kids to be mistreated
Off into the wilderness to find for ones self
When once riches ultimately come from ones health
There is no police to call, no one to judge
No one around to even hold a grudge
What is justice to him?, the savage in the land of plenty
Who watches us in our system shackled to a penny
Dear New Poet,
Modern poetry to me engages readers in seeking their own deep or higher meaning to life experiences. It utilizes symbolism imagery and varied verse that speaks to intellect and emotion.
The best advice I have is that which was given to me:
1) Read all types of poetry every chance you can. Make notes of poets you like and why; note poetry forms that appeal to you.
2) Make lists of words, expressions, phrases you find fascinating, interesting, anything that grabs your attention. Also, keep lists of new words and definitions. I use phone apps for notes, lists, thesaurus, dictionary.
3) Write about your own experiences, beliefs, life. Write in a quiet place. Jot down whatever comes to mind, your feelings. Anytime you get an inspiration, write it down, record it. Those thoughts you just know you will remember forever will float away in no time at all.
4) Experiment. Try different word placements, edit edit, edit. Leave it for awhile or overnight. Edit again. Read your piece outloud. Pay attention to awkward points and edit those.
5) Have fun with it. Throughout the day, observe situations and people. Be open to suggestions and critiques. Poets never stop learning.
A workshop assignment led me to poetry at a time when I was emotionally on overload. Besides being therapeutic, writing poetry gives me a sense of accomplishment.
Favorite THEMES include the joy and pain of 1) Love, 2) Family, 3) Sobriety, 4) Death, 5) Nature.
My favorite REFERENCE sources are: 1) rhymezone.com, 2) howmanysyllables.com, 3) PoetrySoup Cliche Finder, 4) smallseotools.come, 5) shadowpoetry.com
Favorite poems I have written are: 1) Grandsons, 2) Absence, 3) Remembering Johnna, 4) Lady, 5) Surrender or Die, 6) Pocket Watch 2, 7) Time Of Us, 8) No More, 9) Girls of Halloween, 10) Halloween Birthday.
My literary BACKGROUND: Always an avid reader, journalism courses led to newspaper editing and reporting. After 25+ years of a successful medical research and transcription career, physical problems forced a change. As a member of a local writers group, two short stories were published, and in the last few years, as an aspiring poet, several poems have been published.
Possible Title - Let Your Poems Say It For You
May 15, 2018
Tips For Modern Poetry Contest by Line Gauthier
Third Place
He lives in New York, where skyscrapers cast
long shadows, and people move fast
Yet his pace is slow
To wherever he goes
Years spent in the bottle
had taken its toll,
so much of his memory it stole,
Indeed, so much of his soul
He had gambled with drugs and booze
And he lost that bet,
He had paid his dues
He still had regrets
But now he's found sobriety
His saving grace,
From a world of notoriety
To a better place
He is thankful that life had shuffled the deck,
And gave him a hand he could play
Otherwise he'd been a wreck,
Living in a world of gray..
8-13-19
Bring A Character To Life Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
There is quilt of comfort made with silver threads.
For friends and families of alcoholics, that have given
up, and just shake their weary heads.
You cannot ever on your own power save an alcoholic.
To play God~~is a pure waste of time and frolic!
Nor dare not play the superiority game.
And look down on them with puffed up pride and
arrogant shame.
You have to stop being a codependent, rescuing them.
Sobriety is gift from God, a wellness robe with a gold hem.
Right at this minute from Maine to Rangoon~.
An AA meeting opening doors to those in recovery in just
minutes, very soon!
Whilst we write about how disgusting and awful they are,
We, ourselves are not perfect, no, not by far!
We overeat, we overspend, use painkillers galore and yet?
We are blind to our own moral inventory
We get off on painting 'them' as evil, but give ourselves all
humam glory?
Children at the age of twelve attend AA meetings.
And we....we wag our tongues with character assassination
beatings.
You don't have this disease! You just were blessed not to
have the DNA to be one,so please with all meanness surcease!
You can detach from them but love them still.
You, yes you, can go to Alanon, there's a Twelve Step Program
designed just for you, just up the hill!
Alanon members grow strong beyond belief,
They share their pain, but better, look into their own lives and
stop living in endless hurt amd grief.
In Memory
Tribute to my lost husband.
Dead at 35
U.S.A Army Reservist
Brilliant, a writer, a poet, gone!
With loving memories,
Panagiota
"Serenity Prayer"
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot
change...the courage to change the things I can..and the
wisdom, to know the difference!
May 24, 2020
4pm PST
Poem # 1294
The naïve life possessed by the power of desire,
turns into an inanimate object, utterly inert.
The buoyant being, unsuspecting and unblemished,
if captured by the vicious clutch of cunning lust,
rolls in remorse like fallen gems of pristine garland,
the fragile string of innocence ruefully ruptured.
The sordid senses drenched in vitriolic insolence
don’t for a moment repent the presence
in the insistent mind the obstinate obsession
of nurturing the debased desire
in the swathing shades of garish grey,
decimating the desolate sapphire spirit
of its passive possession disowned.
For the body and mind ravaged by vile violence,
living is no longer a charismatic concept.
The piteous ruins of the broken heart pile up in futility
at the threshold of disgrace in the debris of disdain.
Where has the sensual sanity of sobriety gone,
why has the taste of love soured?
The tormenting times don’t have the answer.
The charming perception called life,
adored and fostered by the flamboyant essence,
a precious treasure preserved with potent pride.
When chained in subjugation it crumbles
as an object abused and discarded,
the agonized heart pines to be free
from the prison of pervert passion,
hopes to find secret solace for the shamed soul.
no longer mute in throttled tolerance,
waiting for the time to rise re-invented
from the dust of self-worth.
Anger and I
We've seen the world together
Pulled each other out of predicaments
Big and bigger
And those trivial, solipsistic yet consuming
We've justified painful moments and inexplicable mistakes
Wrought with caked-on sobriety and confession
We've denied the passage of trusting souls
Through impermeable wastelands begging for harvest
We've crawled up and down slippery slopes
Whether we retained knowledge or not
Whether we knew the difference between the given nadir or zenith
And yet reveled at each arrival, crash-landing and all
We write and sing and bleat for each other
As the expressions of our inner beliefs ride the third rail
The resonant harmonies of destiny and desperation
Sketched by love gone right and wrong
Carved by Herculian notions that no one else can seem to bear or grasp
Leaving my friend and I
To arm-wrestle and embrace each other deep into eternity.
(12/25/11)
We all sin
I sin
You sin
Everyone is a sinner
A sin is a sin is a sin
There’s no way to win
Your actually guilty before you begin
So how do you actually get a reprieve?
To acquire the salvation
You wish to receive
The game is rigged
And not in your favor
What depravity may I offer you?
What’s your flavor?
Many choices to be had
Mix and match your wickedness
Custom made immorality for the mad
Smoke, drink, inject and snort
Can I have some more? Is the retort
Mind numbing at it’s best
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme,
No time to rest
Gotta get high
I must confess
My blanket
My shield
My sanctuary
Sobriety is quite contrary
To my goal
Of being numb, dumb, and resistant to succumb
So, don’t bother trying to save me you fool
The drugs are my tool
And reality is my school
Follow the line of the diseased mind
You may find it to be kind
If not, a monotonous grind
Welcome to the cognitive bind
Eric (and sometimes not)