Long Sobriety Poems
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“joy, empathy, compassion
on an upward arc
an effervescence eternal
causes bliss ignition to start” - Unseeking Seeker
When sanctity of sane sense turns into anger inferno
with fury embers erupting from the violent volcano,
curling up feral with the spreading smoke of spite,
rationale rays remain concealed in sobriety spectrum.
We need not run away from the blaze to self-heal,
or seek shelter in the disdained den of disregard,
nor we should ignite another flame in enraged soul,
face malice intrepidly, and feel good in retaliation.
As a fire can’t ever extinguish or contain another fire,
for, it burns fast in the linked space of attachment,
we confront malevolence with calm confidence of poise,
don’t let the flame incinerate the serenity of our souls.
When flow of absolution springs with love from within
with embracing empathy of mounting divine fountain,
compassion douses spiteful fire with sympathy shower,
emanating with timeless joie de vivre of innate ecstasy.
USA (Pt. 2)
United States is full of pressured lesson learned people that live with oppression....
for the Rich's obsession of money....watching us sqwerm from pressured lessons learned....yet we get no where...they don't care....they never will...but still we are strong living with depression from our oppression....yet we give to the rich....who taught us our hard pressured lessons causing us more oppression by the cost of it's lesson....pressed in an office...pressed clothes...money being taken with our eyes closed....judged on how we are dressed....We are oppressed....air pollution causing cancer....more caused anxiety....but we still wake up and go to work in our
oppressed society...sobriety seems not the matter to be...liberty of freedom...
only by the cost of paper colored green....with dead presidents' faces...
American Nazis placed in high places, and un-earned positions...with the poor's visions...the rich slithers....taking the little we have watching us sqwerm from our lesson we learn...we are in a state of oppression....I have learned my lesson...and know it well... I am oppressed....can you tell?
My Country 'tis of thee....Sweet land of liberty of thee I sing.....
By Peter T. DeSpirito
Not all inherit a father's noble name,
Some learn deceit, others theft, and shame.
But I, blessed with a virtuous sire,
Inherited values that my heart desires.
My children will learn to reverence age,
With humility and sobriety, they'll engage.
A caring heart, I'll pass on to them,
Diligence and God-fearing, their guiding gem.
Emancipator, Eldorado, Ephaptha too,
Will learn the core values, integrity shines through.
Estevan and Estefan, honesty and love,
Will be their guiding principles, sent from above.
I'll uphold godliness with contentment true,
A legacy of virtue, forever shining through.
I never thought of it as more than a side stream
a rivulet of minor proportion and influence
until the miracles and blessings appeared
always about me and more and right now
centre of the universe deserved pole position
up to the time disaster struck hard and fast
today I have resolved to take nothing for granted
am grateful for the privilege of being alive
for food water sheltered abode and love in abundance
an inner war has abated and peace has arrived
sobriety in body mind soul and great spirit
grant me the vital force of existential existence
what cannot be changed I am able to accept
that which can be I try to alter and amend
and I am beginning to know the difference
in the here and now of today
I am thankful to feeling gratitude
now life flows on its own appreciation
Sometimes being right isn’t the right thing to be
Sometimes one must fight to resolve things peacefully
Sometimes through our silence we speak volumes easily
Sometimes with closed eyes is the best way we can see
Sometimes evil takes the lead in a good society
Sometimes those who have no need receive the charity
Sometimes we are intoxicated with our own sobriety
Sometimes people learn their hatred through religious piety
Sometimes there is a single truth in life’s duality
Sometimes everything’s the same in the world’s diversity
Sometimes lines do not rhyme in the best rhyming poetry
Sometimes I could be much more if there was a little less of me
No regerts, yeah you read it right. No regerts has been my cretto for years. Live your life the way you want and never be ashamed of your tears.
Ignorance is bliss and says a lot about our society. When ignorance rules, the only thing worse is living in sobriety.
Wrong or right, apologies start to heal. No matter who is wrong or right when one says sorry, it starts a new deal.
Feelings that are felt, time that goes by,words that are said. No matter how hard you try, these thoughts always go through your head.
Hindsight is twenty-twenty. It will give you a perfect date. People are capable of some horrible , butt deep down they really are great.
Finding a new connection is difficult and tricky. No matter how you sift through rotten apples, it will make anyone y.
Just keep your head up and continue to live. Keep your circle small and tight and they will always be willing to give.
With empty capacious containers
the living entities
arrive arrogant
and depart desolate,
in between turn into
greed slaves to snatch
the unearned fortune,
getting sucked spellbound
within abyss of temptation.
In the inferno of
corporeal passion temporal,
the frenetic flare
laced by luring lust
debases the fervent feeling
of platonic pining,
but in blooming love
it can sparkle sublime
with the patina of penchant.
The chase of mirage
in the deceptive ego desert
etches the fragile footprints
of delusive dominance
with sandstorm trajectory,
but the squall of strife
over the dune of dwindled life
subsides in the inner space
of latent love configured
in the conceded cauldron
of self-less surrender.
In the blazing realm
of connived conflict
sane senses of sobriety
turn into cinder,
flaming the fiber of prudence,
but the shower of sagacity,
spurting from love fountain
with divine flamboyance
douses the fire of disdain
and
with the allayed ashes
fabricates the framework
of cordially congruent
epitome of existence.
Gotta Play the Game
by Odin Roark
Okay
There's this big choice
Pack it in
Or play the game
So it goes with
That societal barometer
Called Retirement
Some of us
Know nothing of such nonsense
Others
Well
Their club dues
And tee time fees
Speak another language
Now the game
Has many rules
Make up your own
If you wish
It's all about beating
That dumb death trap
Called Retirement
So
For those of age-be-damned mindset
Put it out there
Youth is more than a state of mind
It's craziness never subdued
Give the creaky joints
Some Glucosamine and Chonodroitin
Slap on the skin goo for liver spots
****'m if they don't like suspenders
Or mumus
Eat your veggies though
Fox News even supports that
Avoid sobriety
And trip into wherever you need to be
‘cause
No one knows
Where you need to be
Better than your stubborn self
Which is an earned right of passage
The other way
With a shot of Jack in your paw
You're that person that's always wanted
Adventure
Freedom
Your own experience
And just a little bit of
Wisdom for a chaser
C'mon kids of "Age Be Damned"
Time to parrrrrtttteeeee!
This society is quietly infusing love inside of me,
Though testing my sobriety and everything that I believe,
A good man what I try to be while suffocating trying to breathe,
I wish I had a time machine to change my past cause honestly,
The future don't inspire me I wake up then I cry from dreams,
Mouth to pillow hiding screams smiling trying to hide these things,
This life is but a trial it seems must separate from childish schemes,
Growing up without the means to be myself it always seems,
That I can never find relief my heart been searching hard for peace,
Around most folk I hardly speak I only talk through art discreet,
If life a play my part is weak the golden child who's scarred beneath,
Looking at the stars I seek a way for me to starve this beast.
I’ll drink it down, neat in one go
Drink it down, with nothing at all
Straight up, knock it back
Straight up, knock down the wall
I don’t need, any mixers
Diluted crap, don’t do it at all
Hundred percent, no fifty fifty
Line the lot up, against a wall
Wanna feel it, burn my stomach
Strip the lining, from the walls
Rocket fuel, killing brain cells
Moonshine with craters an all
Sick and tired, of being sober
Fed up looking at walls
Rocking back and forth, uneasy
Gonna eat the bottles an all
I need drink, more than ever
Sobriety is killing us all
If you like, join in my battle
We can throw up, against a wall
Don’t care, if I’m an addict
Sit around, and beg at a wall
Gave me valium, sent me home
Ha! I’ve got no willpower at all
By
David Kavanagh