Category Archives: DOWN DOWN DOWN

Selena Odom: I have a master of an evil kind He totally controls my body, soul, and mind.

 

 

DRANSFIELD

last week,  I think on Tuesday,

she died

just gave up breathing

toppled over

a big smashed doll

with the needle still in her arm

 

I made a funeral of leaves

and sang the Book of Questions

to her face as white as hailstones

to her eyes as closed as heaven

‘For Ann so still and dreamy’

http://printedshadows.wordpress.com/category/australian-poetry/michael-dransfield-collected-poems/

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“What was so painful about Amy’s death is that I know that there is something I could have done. I could have passed on to her the solution that was freely given to me. Don’t pick up a drink or drug, one day at a time. It sounds so simple; it actually is simple but it isn’t easy; it requires incredible support and fastidious structuring.”

― Russell Brand

Ladies who play with fire must remember that smoke gets in their eyes.” Mae West

Blind Justice

Old Auntie

spits of conversation
splatter against brown brick
urban squalor
she shambles
slowly past song
into dementia
a bottle curved fondly
into clawed arthritic shape
wasted and spare
as autumn passing
a winter’s sentence
in a bare concrete cell

I heard you screech
slurred defiance back at smug
colonial control
meet conspiracy with non-cooperation
a glaring silence eloquent
with protest
but still they took you
heart country life and mind
all gone now

she shuffles watches
liquid-memory images dissolve
in the bottom of emptiness

©Jennifer A Martiniello

Old Auntie was published in the ASA Journal (1997).

http://www.kemarrearts.com.au/port_poetrysj.htm

 

Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush’d the sweet poison of misused wine.

John Milton 1608 – 1674
Comus [1634], l. 46

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As we became subjects of King Alcohol, shivering denizens of his mad realm, the chilling vapor that is loneliness settled down. It thickened, ever becoming blacker. Some of us sought out sordid places, hoping to find understanding companionship and approval. Momentarily we did — then would come oblivion and the awful awakening to face the hideous Four Horsemen — Terror, Bewilderment, Frustration, Despair.

ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS, The Big Book

I like to see cats tumble around, but I wish they wouldn’t meow so much when I shove them in the dryer.” ―

Jarod Kintz, The Days of Yay are Here! Wake Me Up When They’re Over.

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“She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her experiences, she still had hope. Maybe this next time would do the trick. Or maybe not. But unless you stepped into the game, you would never know.”

― Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby

The mentality and behavior of drug addicts and alcoholics is wholly irrational until you understand that they are completely powerless over their addiction and unless they have structured help, they have no hope.”

― Russell Brand

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“What the Chronics are – or most of us – are machines with flaws inside that can’t be repaired, flaws born in, or flaws beat in over so many years of the guy running head-on into solid things that by the time the hospital found him he was bleeding rust in some vacant lot. ”

― Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

“How curious it was, that we humans had taken millions of year to crawl up out of the swamps and yet, within minutes of death, we were already tobogganing back down the slope.”

― Alan Bradley, The Weed That Strings the Hangman’s Bag

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“I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn’t.”

― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Letting go is easy: it’s all downhill.”

― Lauren Oliver

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“Spirituality is a mixed-up, topsy-turvy, helter-skelter godliness that turns our lives into an upside-down toboggan ride of unexpected turns, surprise bumps and bone shattering crashes .”

― Mike Yaconelli, Messy Spirituality: God’s Annoying Love for Imperfect People

“If a bachelor decides to cook and at the same time goes to climb the palm tree, if he does not fall from the palmtree, his food on the fire (stove) will get burnt.”

http://poemsofsoul.homestead.com/african.html

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“It seemed as he had been falling for years. Fly, a voice whispered in the darkness, but Bran did not know how to fly, so all he could do was fall.”

― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

It is a mistake to regard age as a downhill grade toward dissolution. The reverse is true. As one grows older, one climbs with surprising strides.

George Sand

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“It is easy to go down into Hell…; but to climb back again, to retrace one’s steps to the upper air—there’s the rub…”

― Virgil