Those Who Loved Him Most

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Those Who Loved Him Most

He lived like there was no tomorrow
mindless of any price to pay...
a narcissistic man with a mighty thirst
a voracious bird of prey.
He preyed upon the innocence of
those that loved him most,
but was always the first to raise his glass
to offer up a friendly barroom toast.
To, then, stagger home at all hours of night
to raise some holy hell...
until the day inevitably arrived
when the axe of justice fell...
His heart gave out at forty three.
He died a sudden, untimely death...
in a vegetative state of coma is how
he drew his final breath.
But the legacy he left behind
was wrought with scars and tears
for all that was and should have been
that thrived long past his years.
The world, at large, thought him the best
but those at home knew better...
he was a mean and ornery drunk
who was crippled by liquor's fetter.
And those of us, who loved him most
remember not his voice or face,
but still wonder if he left this world
to find God's redeeming grace.




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bellawritter23 5 years ago from California

wow No_Clue! Better and better I think I find so much strangth in your poems I feel I am losin my muse! I can pull from anything lately geez... but thanks for sharing!!

smiles :)

bella


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No_Clue 5 years ago Author

Thank you, bella, I appreciate your visit, always, Sweet Friend! You are NOT losing your Muse!...be patient...and remain open with heart and soul...Hugs!


Sunnie Day 5 years ago

No clue..I have a lump in my throat..I don't know what to say..someone's Father I would assume, the life he lead, and those who loved him most, even past his failings.. ...really good! Up and Awesome!

Sunnie


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bbnix 5 years ago from Southern California

Like the tide, I ebb and flow, with you my moon-like gravity, that tugs my heart to shore.

This one is painful, yet beautiful for me - it speaks for my own heart. My father's a lone and bitter man, I pray for his set free, and hope for any moment, his life is no longer torment, and wish for one soon day that love for him does forment...


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No_Clue 5 years ago Author

Sunnie Day, My father...He died May 5, 1971, the day before his 44th birthday, May 6. Left behind alot of pain and wounds that still bleed in all 5 of his children...thank you for your read and thoughtful comment!


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No_Clue 5 years ago Author

bb, pray for your father, and love him from afar if you must, but pray. Our prayers do not go unheard or unanswered, if prayed with a sincere heart. Hugs and thank you!


Sunnie Day 5 years ago

God Bless you No clue and BB..very heartfelt.


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thebluestar 5 years ago from Northern Ireland

Wow girlfriend. Such a bitter sweat poem. My ex was just like that, doesn't it just stick in your throat that everyone see's the drunk as a lovely person, when in fact they are hell to live with. Awesome, I hope you continue to stay strong as your writing suggests that you are growing in strength. I will be there to catch you dear friend, you wont fall. x


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No_Clue 5 years ago Author

Thank you, Sunnie Day!

star, I remember so clearly his funeral, the church was packed and everybody talked about him like he was a saint...and only we knew the truth...my mom and us 5 kids, three of which were too young to feel his wrath and remember...but...thank God, I broke his pattern...can't say the same for the rest of em but I am grateful. He was a sick, sick man and I pray he found redemption and peace. Hugs to you, my friend!


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attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

We'd like to think that the scales of justice would right the wrong, but the damage is already strewn around your family. Your poem is brilliant, because it rises up from the wreckage, unfortunately the only real payback. Brilliant as always.


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No_Clue 5 years ago Author

attemptedhumour, I so appreciate your read and comment. There is, of course, more to this story...there always is. But I, for one, am grateful for the opportunity to break the generational chain on this one...and perhaps, that is what it's all about, anyway. Hugs to you!


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Radioguy 5 years ago from Maine

This is so good on so many levels!


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No_Clue 5 years ago Author

Thank you, Radioguy! I so appreciate your visit and awesome comment!


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Fossillady 5 years ago from Saugatuck Michigan

Meaningful and beautifully phrased! This man meant a lot to you, your father, and now you can raise a glass to his memory as you just did symbolically with your poem! Blessings :o)


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No_Clue 5 years ago Author

Thank you, Fossillady. It was a love/hate relationship...we loved the man and hated the disease. This is a tragic testament to alcoholism, full blown. Hugs!


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miss_jkim 5 years ago

A question many of us ask about those we know and love but struggle with life's deamons. Very well put.


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No_Clue 5 years ago Author

Thank you, miss_jkim...its true. I appreciate your visit and comment!


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tumblintumblweed 5 years ago

No_Clue, a very gut-wrenching ,powerful write. One I can relate to very well...voted up!


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No_Clue 5 years ago Author

Thank you, tumblintumblweed. Yes it was one of those writes...


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duffsmom 5 years ago from Pacific Northwest, USA

No_Clue--well done! Moving, shocking, unsettling--excellent job on this one.


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No_Clue 5 years ago Author

duffsmom, thank you. It was a cathartic write, as we approach the anniversary of my father's passing, and what would have been his birthday. I appreciate your read and comment!


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BeyondMax 4 years ago from Sydney, Australia

Such a deep poem, Marsha! My heart and prayers go to you, it's the most ripping apart feeling when you live with this twisted two-sided reality, people around would never see and believe the pain you go through but your heart inside is bleeding forever...


No_Clue 4 years ago

Thanks, again, Max. This is about a truly tormented man who left behind a legacy of torment...a sad tale, for sure.

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