Sobriety Limericks Part 5
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And the gorgeous girl who started it all
THANK YOU EQ FOR WHAT YOU HAVE BROUGHT TO MY LIFE .
I LOVE THIS THREAD XXX
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Sobriety Limericks.
Come write a sobriety limerick.
First, Second and fifth lines rhyme with each other, and third and fourth lines rhyme together.
I told vodka we were through,
And renamed myself: EQ.
It begged and it plead,
But it soon lost its cred,
As I found better things to do.
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Sobriety Limericks.
Come write a sobriety limerick.
First, Second and fifth lines rhyme with each other, and third and fourth lines rhyme together.
I told vodka we were through,
And renamed myself: EQ.
It begged and it plead,
But it soon lost its cred,
As I found better things to do.
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"The cave you fear to enter
holds the treasure that you seek."
- Joseph Campbell
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Today I've come back to the fold
With a tale that had be told
About the loss of someone so dear
That would never again come near
While my heart is heavy and sad
That she suffered a fate so bad
I know that I have to stay strong
Because drinking and smoking is wrong
So although my cheeks have been wet
I'm DETERMINED and you all can bet
That my resolve is stronger than ever
And my partying days are gone forever
God Bless you Julia, I miss you with all my heart.
With a tale that had be told
About the loss of someone so dear
That would never again come near
While my heart is heavy and sad
That she suffered a fate so bad
I know that I have to stay strong
Because drinking and smoking is wrong
So although my cheeks have been wet
I'm DETERMINED and you all can bet
That my resolve is stronger than ever
And my partying days are gone forever
God Bless you Julia, I miss you with all my heart.
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Ya know Snoozy, I've come along way since I posted that limerick which you found. I wrote A LOT of limericks to help me through the early months. Actually, I found the pain and struggles drove alot of creativity with them. I sometimes have a harder time thinking of stuff to rhyme now.
For those of you talking about ups and downs... I'm a little past 8 months no alcohol, and 5 months no weed and 3 months no caffeine and it's been the last month or two that I have really started to feel stable emotionally. It really does take some time to heal and it really does get better. I always thought that how long it was taking to feel better was a sign of how much damage I'd done and a reason for why it was so important for me not to go back to using or drinking.
I really do feel pretty emotionally stable these days. But as Snoozy has seen going back a bit, it's not all that long ago that I was a mess a great deal of the time. Early sobriety really was quite painful for me. Each day has been a victory and it's really been so worth it to work through the pain to where I am now. And I suspect the future will just keep getting better and better.
I really do recommend to you all to go back to the earlier threads and read through them all. Tons of great limericks in all of them.
For those of you talking about ups and downs... I'm a little past 8 months no alcohol, and 5 months no weed and 3 months no caffeine and it's been the last month or two that I have really started to feel stable emotionally. It really does take some time to heal and it really does get better. I always thought that how long it was taking to feel better was a sign of how much damage I'd done and a reason for why it was so important for me not to go back to using or drinking.
I really do feel pretty emotionally stable these days. But as Snoozy has seen going back a bit, it's not all that long ago that I was a mess a great deal of the time. Early sobriety really was quite painful for me. Each day has been a victory and it's really been so worth it to work through the pain to where I am now. And I suspect the future will just keep getting better and better.
I really do recommend to you all to go back to the earlier threads and read through them all. Tons of great limericks in all of them.
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Hope4life our hearts with you
Sorry that your feeling blue
I hope with us that you can face
Your friend is in a better place
we are always here for you .
Bless your friend and i am so sorry for your loss
Sorry that your feeling blue
I hope with us that you can face
Your friend is in a better place
we are always here for you .
Bless your friend and i am so sorry for your loss
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For those that didn't see it
I should have included this link - http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...ill-hurts.html
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Snoozy, thank you for that. It was back in January I posted that. I'd like to say that was when I managed to finally quit, but I had one more fall and one last day one in me.
In the early days life really is a rollercoaster, emotions which have been stifled forcing their way to the surface clamouring for attention. It gets better, as DG said. But the early days are pretty rough. I firmly believe this thread is therapeutic, helping us to pour out those emotions, seeing themselve 'writ large' seems to settle them down. Or emotions are just seeking recognition, asking us to pay attention, to feel. Once they realise they don't all have to rush to be seen, they learn to queue nicely. You will still get crap days, you will still get great days, guess what- that's normal as in that how normies feel!!
Like DG, I feel the need less these days to pour out my emotions in rhyme. You girls get to take up the mantle, with us old hands popping up for the occasional ode.
There is no right or wrong way to say how you feel, what matters is that you put it out here.
H4L, my sympathies, it is always harder to have lost a loved one at a time all the world is happy and smiling. J would be so very proud of the person you have become.
In the early days life really is a rollercoaster, emotions which have been stifled forcing their way to the surface clamouring for attention. It gets better, as DG said. But the early days are pretty rough. I firmly believe this thread is therapeutic, helping us to pour out those emotions, seeing themselve 'writ large' seems to settle them down. Or emotions are just seeking recognition, asking us to pay attention, to feel. Once they realise they don't all have to rush to be seen, they learn to queue nicely. You will still get crap days, you will still get great days, guess what- that's normal as in that how normies feel!!
Like DG, I feel the need less these days to pour out my emotions in rhyme. You girls get to take up the mantle, with us old hands popping up for the occasional ode.
There is no right or wrong way to say how you feel, what matters is that you put it out here.
H4L, my sympathies, it is always harder to have lost a loved one at a time all the world is happy and smiling. J would be so very proud of the person you have become.
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Hey everybody, I am a poet and literary lover and have really enjoyed some of the work you all have posted on this thread. I have to thank DG0409 for linking me to this thread. I posted this poem in the poetry section but thought it would be appreciated here as well. It's a piece that I perform at poetry reading but it reads pretty well. Look forward to reading everybody's work 
‘Spirit’ Liberation
I took my first drink when I was 16
Felt harsh down my throat, but it was a reality vaccine
Started sneaking sips of Rosetta wine
Each sip made me feel more and more divine
Then I met some friends who had a bottle of Bacardi
They taught me how to take shots and invited me to parties
As a geeky 16 year old kid I felt that I had finally arrived
Dancing on the tables with girls, giving bros high fives, I never felt so alive
Then I became the master of ceremonies, king of the party scene,
Hosting so many kickbacks, it became apart of my daily routine
I was like a pirate sailing the whiskey seas,
Providing contraband to those in need
Flying so socially high, I never wanted to come down
But in reality, I was beginning to drown
It wasn’t very noticeable and started out slow
Having a couple drinks when I was all alone
Then any reason became a reason to drink:
It’s someone’s birthday, drinks!
Oh the game is on, drinks!
Good Memories, bad memories, drinks!
It’s 5 pm, drinks!
I can’t fall asleep again, drinks!
Every morning I’d actually get up, go to work, and get to class
These hours just acted as a break before I’d have my next glass
I’d wake, wash the smell from my whiskey skin, and do it all again.
I didn’t see a reason to stop because I was fully functionin’
I was on the dean’s list, logging thousands of hours of community service, travelling the globe, and was gainfully employed
How could drinking be bad with the success I enjoyed
My professors would even party at my place and pass out on my sofa
I would regularly go to Vegas with rock star friends and supermodels from Moldova
These were things I’d tell myself as my drinking became serious
I was finding myself in situations that became increasingly precarious
I was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, in the morning working hard and succeeding at school
But in the evening, my monster was set free, and I’d act like a fool
Putting myself in dangerous places and dodging literal bullets
Punches flying past my face as I took shots down my gullet.
Chaos was in my veins and I was hell bound
So nihilistic even Nietzsche would be like, “Woah man, slow down”
But I had no brake pedal. I’m going 110 on the freeway and the cops are chasing from behind
But I pay them no mind because I’m heading for the state line
Then the blackouts came, and I could no longer remember my nights
Playing Sherlock Holmes and collecting clues, trying to figure out how I got home alright
My social circles changed and I would sometimes drink in geriatric bars with lonely old men
In cathedrals of regret and broken lives, some realized I was becoming one of them
They asked ‘what is a young man like you doing in a place like this
Constantly consuming endless amounts of this soul shattering substance’
I’d just sit back in my chair and give them a glare
I’d reply ‘I’m a fish like you, and my liquid lover has me ensnared’
The drinking got the saddest when there was no longer anyone around
Consuming four forties, a whiskey bottle, and a pint of vodka just so I could sleep sound.
I began to see the true gifts given by alcohol
Strangers’ fists through my face, Bourbon blood on the walls
Blindsided by someone’s hate, being rolled down hospital halls.
My body bares the scars of too many angry drunks starting barroom brawls
I realized I was committing moonshine suicide, and I would have to decide whether I wanted to live or die.
So I chose to give life a try and say goodbye to these spirits to which I was tied.
Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, and the rest of the gang would no longer be my friends.
I chose to quit shaking their hands and let my body cleanse
I didn’t quit via the conventional path with rehab and meetings at the AA,
But I respect those who do
My atheistic philosophy needed a different way,
So I made my own recovery plan and I followed through
I knew I had to confront and control my booze-loving ego,
Take a look inside and identify he was not my amigo
I recognized that I was not sick but strong, powerful not powerless
For me to continue down the path of alcohol, in my mind, was cowardice
I recognized the superpower that we all possess, the power of choice
Though I have a predisposition, I was still making the decision to drink and I could make the decision to stop, and I could rejoice
I was never one to back down, turn around, and run away
So I maintain my superpower and recognize the choices I make everyday
I’m done with endless pints and last calls
I’m done with regret and feeling trapped by enclosing walls
I’m done with courtrooms and evil lawyers
I’m done carrying anger, because I’m a peaceful warrior
I’m done missing moments with my family and friends
I’m done with my drunken words hurting others and now I’m going to make amends
My identity is more than just empty bottles and drunken sorrows
I have always been, and always will be, more than the alcohol my body borrowed
I recognize that I’m lucky to be alive and I survived the worst my ego can through at me
I am going to live up to my potential, be the man I know I can be
Written by,
A.K. (Dry Dragon)
And I can do this by showing vulnerability and sharing my story with you through poetry. (a fun line I added the other day haha).
‘Spirit’ Liberation
I took my first drink when I was 16
Felt harsh down my throat, but it was a reality vaccine
Started sneaking sips of Rosetta wine
Each sip made me feel more and more divine
Then I met some friends who had a bottle of Bacardi
They taught me how to take shots and invited me to parties
As a geeky 16 year old kid I felt that I had finally arrived
Dancing on the tables with girls, giving bros high fives, I never felt so alive
Then I became the master of ceremonies, king of the party scene,
Hosting so many kickbacks, it became apart of my daily routine
I was like a pirate sailing the whiskey seas,
Providing contraband to those in need
Flying so socially high, I never wanted to come down
But in reality, I was beginning to drown
It wasn’t very noticeable and started out slow
Having a couple drinks when I was all alone
Then any reason became a reason to drink:
It’s someone’s birthday, drinks!
Oh the game is on, drinks!
Good Memories, bad memories, drinks!
It’s 5 pm, drinks!
I can’t fall asleep again, drinks!
Every morning I’d actually get up, go to work, and get to class
These hours just acted as a break before I’d have my next glass
I’d wake, wash the smell from my whiskey skin, and do it all again.
I didn’t see a reason to stop because I was fully functionin’
I was on the dean’s list, logging thousands of hours of community service, travelling the globe, and was gainfully employed
How could drinking be bad with the success I enjoyed
My professors would even party at my place and pass out on my sofa
I would regularly go to Vegas with rock star friends and supermodels from Moldova
These were things I’d tell myself as my drinking became serious
I was finding myself in situations that became increasingly precarious
I was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, in the morning working hard and succeeding at school
But in the evening, my monster was set free, and I’d act like a fool
Putting myself in dangerous places and dodging literal bullets
Punches flying past my face as I took shots down my gullet.
Chaos was in my veins and I was hell bound
So nihilistic even Nietzsche would be like, “Woah man, slow down”
But I had no brake pedal. I’m going 110 on the freeway and the cops are chasing from behind
But I pay them no mind because I’m heading for the state line
Then the blackouts came, and I could no longer remember my nights
Playing Sherlock Holmes and collecting clues, trying to figure out how I got home alright
My social circles changed and I would sometimes drink in geriatric bars with lonely old men
In cathedrals of regret and broken lives, some realized I was becoming one of them
They asked ‘what is a young man like you doing in a place like this
Constantly consuming endless amounts of this soul shattering substance’
I’d just sit back in my chair and give them a glare
I’d reply ‘I’m a fish like you, and my liquid lover has me ensnared’
The drinking got the saddest when there was no longer anyone around
Consuming four forties, a whiskey bottle, and a pint of vodka just so I could sleep sound.
I began to see the true gifts given by alcohol
Strangers’ fists through my face, Bourbon blood on the walls
Blindsided by someone’s hate, being rolled down hospital halls.
My body bares the scars of too many angry drunks starting barroom brawls
I realized I was committing moonshine suicide, and I would have to decide whether I wanted to live or die.
So I chose to give life a try and say goodbye to these spirits to which I was tied.
Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, and the rest of the gang would no longer be my friends.
I chose to quit shaking their hands and let my body cleanse
I didn’t quit via the conventional path with rehab and meetings at the AA,
But I respect those who do
My atheistic philosophy needed a different way,
So I made my own recovery plan and I followed through
I knew I had to confront and control my booze-loving ego,
Take a look inside and identify he was not my amigo
I recognized that I was not sick but strong, powerful not powerless
For me to continue down the path of alcohol, in my mind, was cowardice
I recognized the superpower that we all possess, the power of choice
Though I have a predisposition, I was still making the decision to drink and I could make the decision to stop, and I could rejoice
I was never one to back down, turn around, and run away
So I maintain my superpower and recognize the choices I make everyday
I’m done with endless pints and last calls
I’m done with regret and feeling trapped by enclosing walls
I’m done with courtrooms and evil lawyers
I’m done carrying anger, because I’m a peaceful warrior
I’m done missing moments with my family and friends
I’m done with my drunken words hurting others and now I’m going to make amends
My identity is more than just empty bottles and drunken sorrows
I have always been, and always will be, more than the alcohol my body borrowed
I recognize that I’m lucky to be alive and I survived the worst my ego can through at me
I am going to live up to my potential, be the man I know I can be
Written by,
A.K. (Dry Dragon)
And I can do this by showing vulnerability and sharing my story with you through poetry. (a fun line I added the other day haha).
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********DryDragon *******
I was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, in the morning working hard and succeeding
But in the evening, my monster was set free, and I’d act like a fool
Putting myself in dangerous places and dodging literal bullets
Punches flying past my face as I took shots down my gullet.
Chaos was in my veins and I was hell bound
So nihilistic even Nietzsche would be like, “Woah man, slow down”. *********
Thank you so much for sharing that with us DryDragon.
I really enjoyed it. Was like reading your journal..
I could really feel your words, poignant , real and i could have just kept on reading .
Loved it :-) thank you xx and big welcome from all of us .
Looking forward to many more posts from you xx
Xx
I was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, in the morning working hard and succeeding
But in the evening, my monster was set free, and I’d act like a fool
Putting myself in dangerous places and dodging literal bullets
Punches flying past my face as I took shots down my gullet.
Chaos was in my veins and I was hell bound
So nihilistic even Nietzsche would be like, “Woah man, slow down”. *********
Thank you so much for sharing that with us DryDragon.
I really enjoyed it. Was like reading your journal..
I could really feel your words, poignant , real and i could have just kept on reading .
Loved it :-) thank you xx and big welcome from all of us .
Looking forward to many more posts from you xx
Xx
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Thanks SnoozyQ. I really appreciate the warm welcome and support. This is a wonderful community. I see a lot of clever poetry on this thread and am happy that it exists. We've all got stories to tell and many of us can relate to the utter chaos that can emerge in the world of alcohol. I have found poetry and performance to be a healthy outlet. I look forward to reading more poetry from everyone.
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Join Date: Nov 2013
Location: Southern US
Posts: 323
I decided to do some research on different kinds of poetry- WOW. There are tons! Here's something I wrote called a Cinquain:
Friends
Steady, allied
Living, charging, grasping
Believing in ourselves today
Union
Meaning: Friends- us of course!
Steady- sober
Charging- charging through the physical and mental symptoms of our disease
Grasping- grabbing life by the....yeah.
Allied- brought together for our mutual desire to stay clean
Union- the merging of ourselves with peace, the harmony we feel the longer we keep our sobriety
I know this is a limerick forum, so I hope this is ok.
Friends
Steady, allied
Living, charging, grasping
Believing in ourselves today
Union
Meaning: Friends- us of course!
Steady- sober
Charging- charging through the physical and mental symptoms of our disease
Grasping- grabbing life by the....yeah.
Allied- brought together for our mutual desire to stay clean
Union- the merging of ourselves with peace, the harmony we feel the longer we keep our sobriety
I know this is a limerick forum, so I hope this is ok.
Journey to Freedom
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Location: Southern US
Posts: 323
Originally Posted by tootsl1 
We live to be educated and civilised Lilac, ( sorry, sweetie, but that name has stuck and it seems to suit you!) we have even had haiku, so rhyme away my dear one
To be honest I didn't even think about Lilac when I made that name, but I think after the holidays I will make a Lilac my avatar. Lia is actually the first three letters of my real first name, backwards. Ac is the same for last name. A happy accident. You're so kind and I appreciate it!
Journey to Freedom
Join Date: Nov 2013
Location: Southern US
Posts: 323
Here is an acrostic composition. Read it, look up the definition of acrostic if necessary, then come back and read it again for the real meaning.
If this is inappropriate, let me know and I'll remove it.
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Finally I find peace
Ultram gone from my life?
Can it be?
Kneeling at a new beginning.
Yellowing memories of the chase
Occupied by new things
Under the murky gloom no more
Daring to look ahead
Radiancy in my heart
Unsure though
Going step by step
Slowly but surely
If this is inappropriate, let me know and I'll remove it.
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Finally I find peace
Ultram gone from my life?
Can it be?
Kneeling at a new beginning.
Yellowing memories of the chase
Occupied by new things
Under the murky gloom no more
Daring to look ahead
Radiancy in my heart
Unsure though
Going step by step
Slowly but surely
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Location: PA and Florida
Posts: 4,179
I've come to this thread to ease the pain
And when my willingness starts to wane
When life seems so dark
You give me a spark
Reminding me this journey is not in vain
Holy multiple poems/rhymes/limericks...etc.
Thanks for the cool reads...past and present!
And when my willingness starts to wane
When life seems so dark
You give me a spark
Reminding me this journey is not in vain
Holy multiple poems/rhymes/limericks...etc.
Thanks for the cool reads...past and present!
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