Bob Blackwell

Rookie - 0 Points (29/5/1936 / Wales)

Alcoholic - Poem by Bob Blackwell

Early Morning,
Feeling weak
Hands shake,
Tummy Trembles,
Off to bar,
To get a shot.

Amazing how a drink
Relieves the stress,
The tensions of my body,
Shakes now gone,
Relief is found,
But only brief.

As body succumbs to
Alcohol, feelings of
Guilt abound.
I don't care
So lets have another drink;
Lets have another round.

Now I just want sleep
To eliminate the shame,
Forget the harm I may have
Done. Mind still works
A little talk to self, do not
Get too drunk.

You have to carry home,
A bottle, so you can drink,
To welcome sleep,
A sweet oblivion
Of nothingness. A stupor,
That helps me manage life.

Astonishing how I keep
This pattern up
From day to day,
Week to week,
Month to month,
Then years it carries on.

Drink for tomorrow
I may die!
Die! Die you will.
When tomorrow?
Who knows it could be sooner;
If not drink, it could be suicide.

The drink that kills, I think:
I do not care.
So lets have another drink.
Another round
So I can give way once
More to alcohol.

My mind goes round and
Round, then round some more,
Never stopping,
Crazy thoughts tumble
Through this cuckoo cage
I call my mind.

Never settling, switching
All the time, from one
Problem to another
Guilt, qualms, poor me,
Appear. Can't you see?
It wasn't me that drinks.

It was another man, my
Alter ego that drinks to
Much. I'm not like that.
I can stop, and one day
Will stop.
For sure I can.

Stop shaking, stop shaking,
Please stop my trembling hands.
Please make them go away,
In the bath my body shakes,
The water ripples, please
Shakes please go.

Must be clean not dirty,
Wash smell out.
Shave and then put on
Plenty aftershave.
Dress smart, a little drink
To kill the tremors.

Now nobody can tell, that
I'm the one that
Smells, that shakes,
Falls down, goes home
Infrequently,
Neglects his family.

Nobody can see that I
Make many promises
That I forget to keep,
That I do not care
Not even when I have
A little drink.

If, job I have, my mind
Is in another place that
Comes at end of day.
Where once again the drink
That cures relieves my pain
Of living in this world.

My mind is gone it has
Left to find another home.
It cannot live in space it
Has, it hurts to much.
The pain just goes, on to long.
Please make it stop.

God please make me stop,
Put the cork back in the
Bottle. So I can begin a
Life anew. One that doesn't
Hurt. An honest one, for me.
A promise I can keep.


Comments about Alcoholic by Bob Blackwell

  • Brian Jani (5/26/2014 6:30:00 AM)


    It's quite unfortunate that people are enslaved by alcohol (Report) Reply

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  • (9/28/2009 3:25:00 AM)


    God please make me stop, - Love says to help thy self
    Put the cork back in the Bottle.-Ye hath your own willful hand
    So I can begin a Life anew - Life's not to blame when made lame
    One that doesn't Hurt.- Love will heal from within, without compromise
    An honest one, for me.- Remorse will concede to insight
    A promise I can keep.- Death rewards broken promises

    'Love for Love in return will victor over weakness'
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  • (8/17/2009 10:31:00 AM)


    Yeah Bob I get it and I hope all those that read it and get it message you for an answer sounds like you may have one (Report) Reply

  • (7/8/2009 10:52:00 AM)


    hello sir...
    reading the works of a poet as experienced as you always helps sir! ! ! well somethings happen in life that we all want to go ashtray! ! ! well i wanted to chose this path many times too, but having seen the havoc a zip of devil's drink can do to the most angelic and humane people always pegged me back... this is an inspirational one specially for the budding youth sir! ! ! i mean many guys seems to go through this state... of course there are some other addictions.... this is a nice write sir! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 10++

    with love
    shan
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  • (4/26/2009 1:54:00 PM)


    The biography of millions on earth today, me included (past tense) .. a brilliant write Bob... Alf (Report) Reply

  • (11/13/2008 10:11:00 AM)


    This journey is a long and a hard one and written with much insight. (Report) Reply

  • (8/17/2008 6:40:00 AM)


    A sobering spiral of a poem – accurate and candid. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • (8/12/2008 9:32:00 AM)


    Alcohol.. The wet and silent killer.. What a dead on read.. I am no stranger to alcoholism.. this piece is without guess work.. Kudo's my 10 added Well done! (Report) Reply

  • (8/10/2008 3:18:00 AM)


    'It was another man, my
    Alter ego that drinks to
    Much...'
    most sane and sensible lines these...on a 'shot' or not you said it accurately wise, Bob...a poem tasting good 'on rocks'...to last lucky drops...10 strong...
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  • (7/14/2008 5:22:00 AM)


    A very powerful piece Bob, I lived with an alcoholic and it is a very strong addiction, it takes over everything as depicted in your poem,10 for this,
    Lynda xx
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  • Melvina Germain (4/29/2007 9:27:00 AM)


    Oh this horrible addiction, the same as all addictions, it pulls and tugs and rips and swells until the habit is either broken or the addiction wins and life as we know it ends. I too write about addiction, each one is a demon of it's own but they all have the same effects on the mind. I hope whomever this is written about finds the strength one day to give up this terrible addiction. It's not easy but it can be done, I know that for sure. Thankyou for sharing this piece Bob--Melvina-- (Report) Reply

  • (1/26/2007 4:50:00 PM)


    Another powerful piece from a masters hand. Thanks for sharing it, Bob. You obviously get inside the people you write about. It is not an easy thing to do, but you do it beautifully.
    David
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  • (1/7/2007 10:35:00 AM)


    Bob, Your insight to this subject is amazing. The feelings, the addiction all are welled penned through out this read. True to life.
    Well captured.
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  • (12/17/2006 1:11:00 PM)


    well written bob, it is a poem that is true to form, keep up with your writing. (Report) Reply

  • (10/14/2006 9:39:00 AM)


    A poem of a vicious circle of alcohol addiction, and of self-delusion. Realistically written and true to life, no holds barred. Well written, Bob.

    Love, Fran xx
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  • (4/28/2006 2:45:00 PM)


    A much needed journey Bob, A wish of hope and love to see it's end, coming your way. A honest and brave write of a man who obviously knows. 10 from Tai (Report) Reply

  • (4/28/2006 2:37:00 PM)


    A very, very powerful poem that tugs at the heart-strings.
    Dan.
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  • (4/28/2006 2:36:00 PM)


    This is the Iliad of drinking. Very powerful lyric - astute assessment too. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 28, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 20, 2006


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