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Two Poems Written During Recovery
Since my wife and I are moving, or preparing to move, we've been going through our things as most people must, to prepare for the new location, and in doing so, I found two poems, ones I wrote in 1990, now 15-years old, never published, and so I'd like to publish them today. I was a heavy drinker up to 1984 (some twenty years drinking), when I quite, and so these poems must have something to do with it, a slight reflection perhaps. They were never numbered, as I have done in the past to most of my poems, but I assume they would be around #125 and #126, or so, out of #760. I did not have a name for either of them, so I shall name them accordingly?now: 1) Hell's Taverns Do not dieNot now, not yet-Your evil eye will not be blessed And in hell you'll wake To wild beast's; thus,Do not dieNot yet Only to wake to a Icy and burning sweat; Wait my friend- Tell me you won't dieTo Taverns of booze Only to wake and find You are dead, dead Laying flat in hell's Taverns!? #126 1990 2) Ballade of a Recovering Drunk Peace of mind in a world of hunter and foe-Is not possibleThat rots like clay-.Wisdom-is writing a book,For Philosopher and GodAnd not reading it? #125 1990 Dennis Siluk web site http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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