Category Archives: DEVIL

“You will face your greatest opposition when you are closest to your biggest miracle.” ― Shannon L. Alder

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ANGER MANAGEMENT: A SOUTH COAST FABLE

ALAN WEARNE

His screaming has commenced. The kids are home.
And you are bruised, walking-into-a-door bruised,
like you’ve seen enough before except
now it’s his, his bruise and possible fracture.
You saw the good man (if nobody else did)
the one who rolled you your White Ox,
the one who actually wrote songs,
the man you were loving who disguised
so much (no doubt from himself).
Well it all is out now with a sort of noise
that’s heading to your kid’s guts
to stay for decades. But it’s when
he starts up ‘Don’t you get it, I love kids,
I love them!’ you grab yours and lock away
the three of you, three hearts deranged
with thumping, with him outside the toilet
howling, whilst you phone your girl friends.
Men arrive, and now he screams at them:
the Bowlo band, the cover band, the busking partner
who then reaches for what you never thought
you’d reach with him: cops, their AVOs.
Oh, and you’re reasoning again,
he was never thick, some cops are truly thick
and sometimes we need what the thick provide.
Meantime he’ll be off,
a stocky, perspiring man, making noises no one wants
to understand, getting dragged away.

http://www.poetryinternationalweb.net/pi/site/poet/item/13652/15/Alan-Wearne

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An idle brain is the devils workshop.

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The Inquirer & Commercial News (Perth, WA : 1855 – 1901), Wednesday 8 October 1890

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Proverbs 23:20-21 ESV : Be not among drunkards or among gluttonous eaters of meat, for the drunkard and the glutton will come to poverty, and slumber will clothe them with rags.

 

 

 

Woroni (Canberra, ACT : 1950 – 2007), Thursday 15 June 1967

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“When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let’s all get drunk, and go to heaven!”
— Irish Toast

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“Heaven! that’s another tale. Mightn’t let me chew there. Gotta have me a pot of ale; would I like the brew there?

Robert Service,Grandad

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‘Tain’t good intentions what paves the road to hell: it’s self-justifyin’s.’ David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

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Hay and Hell and Booligal

‘You come and see me, boys,’ he said;

‘You’ll find a welcome and a bed

And whisky any time you call;

Although our township hasn’t got

The name of quite a lively spot –

You see, I live in Booligal.

‘And people have an awful down

Upon the district and the town –

Which worse than hell itself they call;

In fact, the saying far and wide

Along the Riverina side

Is “Hay and Hell and Booligal”.

‘No doubt it suits ’em very well

To say it’s worse than Hay or Hell,

But don’t you heed their talk at all;

Of course, there’s heat – no one denies –

And sand and dust and stacks of flies,

And rabbits, too, at Booligal.

‘But such a pleasant, quiet place,

You never see a stranger’s face –

They hardly ever care to call;

The drovers mostly pass it by;

They reckon that they’d rather die

Than spend a night in Booligal.

‘The big mosquitoes frighten some –

You’ll lie awake to hear ’em hum –

And snakes about the township crawl;

But shearers, when they get their cheque,

They never come along and wreck

The blessed town of Booligal.

‘But down in Hay the shearers come

And fill themselves with fighting-rum,

And chase blue devils up the wall,

And fight the snaggers every day,

Until there is the deuce to pay –

There’s none of that in Booligal.

‘Of course, there isn’t much to see –

The billiard-table used to be

The great attraction for us all,

Until some careless, drunken curs

Got sleeping on it in their spurs,

And ruined it, in Booligal.

‘Just now there is a howling drought

That pretty near has starved us out –

It never seems to rain at all;

But, if there SHOULD come any rain,

You couldn’t cross the black-soil plain –

You’d have to stop in Booligal.’

‘WE’D HAVE TO STOP!’ With bated breath

We prayed that both in life and death

Our fate in other lines might fall:

‘Oh, send us to our just reward

In Hay or Hell, but, gracious Lord,

Deliver us from Booligal!’

Banjo Paterson

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From his brimstone bed at break of dayA walking the Devil is gone,To visit his snug little farm the earth,And see how his stock goes on. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE, The Devil’s Thought

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Ageni eri na karirui kao

Two guests love a different song.

When you receive two visitors at the same time, you cannot treat them in the same manner, because they have different tastes.

http://www.misterseed.com/link%20pages/PROVERBS2.htm

To call war the soil of courage and virtue is like calling debauchery the soil of love.

German

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   One of the greatest artifices the devil uses to engage men in 
   vice and debauchery is to fasten names of contempt on certain 
   virtues and thus fill weak souls with a foolish fear of passing 
   for scrupulous should they desire to put them in practice. 

                                                              Pascal

 

 

Tom Waits “There ain’t no devil, only God when he’s drunk.”

― Tom Waits

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Alcohol misuse has significant adverse effects on parenting including inconsistency, emotional detachment and neglect. Family life can become characterised by chaos and a lack of routine, and in some cases unpredictable behaviour associated with mental health problems and violence

http://www.12steptreatmentcentres.com/alcohol-misuse-on-children-of-drunken-parents-32.asp