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Nostalgia

18 Monday Nov 2019

Posted by Bill Watkins in 1984, Alcoholism, Healing, Nostalgia, Poem, Poems, Poetic Blog, Poetry, Recovery, Sobriety

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Alcoholism, Joy, Love, Nostalgia, Peace, Poem, Poetry, Recovery, Regret, The Past

Nostalgia1

Sometimes a wave
of emotion overwhelms,
regret mixed with memory
mixed with pain mixed
with extreme pleasure,
near uncomfortable but
inescapable as passing gas.

Truth shines as rainbows
after storms, but stuck in
clouds are chances lost
to time to do or say the
right thing.  I wish I could
go back and be a true soul
in place of the wet rag I was.

1984, English Beat becoming
General Public, the middle
school dance floor opening
up, everything ready to go
except me.  I’m half there,
half aware, half unsure and
in the end 100 percent alcoholic.

It’s not just about the drink,
it starts with not expressing love.
She was there, I loved her,
I never told her.  She was there,
I loved her and never told her,
it repeats over and over the
great sin of dishonest omission.

The pain, the year, that rain,
the rainbow after, the songs
the dances free of commission—
relationships half engaged like
marriage without consummation,
or love without children, songs
without rhythm beating funeral

marches to the grave like
Longfellow said.  Recovery
is being the “Hero in the strife”—
changing your life, watching you
and it grow away from the past
like survivors from the fire,
it tries to lick you to safety.

Ouch, don’t get hurt!
Nostalgia is a flash from the
past, a time when you faced
a world of opportunity and fun,
was not ready and can only
hope now that once begun
is half done, heal thyself—

Watch Mary Poppins and be
a child, this time the one
that tells the truth and falls
fully in love with the moment
in the dance that years ago
left you that taste of regret.
Now is all, for old age to forget.

1984

08 Tuesday Jul 2014

Posted by Bill Watkins in 1984, Alcoholism, Music, Poetry

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General Public, Joy, Love, Peace

1984 began in 1983, the winds
superior in mountain theaters
serving Bond twice, one with Sean
the other with Roger.

I went to see them both, Roger first,
aging by then but dapper, able with
a machine gun saving private parts
on the bannister, it must have been June
at night, a weekend affair.

Skip to Chevy Chase, “Vacation” came in
time for ours, Christie Brinkley sharing
what we loved, with her I had the courage
to tell others how I felt: “She is pretty,”
yes indeed, for many an ideal, we went to
see these shows, Yes’s “Owner of a Lonely
Heart” not keeping us from filling ours—we
stormed the movies in search of thrills,
age was irrelevant I was stolen into
“Risky Business” like a piece of baggage,
what a scary thing sexuality, I think
drinking alcohol might be easier.

Pass go to ’84, Fifth grade lunch area
the place of stories told among boys, more
sex and look what I’d have to deal with!

Better get good at sports, learn to drink
that flammable liquid, “God” didn’t come to mind
or good morals to combat the fear,
just escape.

Female anatomy, the lack of my development,
the music, the dances, everything prepared
for excitement and awkwardness. It was perfect,
“Tenderness” by General Public setting the tone
all was well.

This was 1984.

Not yours or hers but mine, we shared some things
call it ours. All my mistakes are there, all
my potential, and if I could warn a young
person, I’d hope to catch them at twelve years
old like I was. Tell them to not drink ‘til
twenty-one, obey the law, have a
spiritual life, call your guide God or Higher
Power, something big and good and courage-giving.

With that above your life live your dreams,
tell the girl you like her, fall in love.

Someone did that at twelve, maybe thirteen,
maybe in 1984 if you know what I mean.

We’re not all alcoholic like me.

Beverly Hills Cop came out, spirit was
everywhere, has always been that movie
about brotherly love, and that we had
without the stating it.

We loved hoops and played with our
heart, threw rap music on the box
dribbled up and down, shake n’ bake
go under the rim and away from scary
things I just couldn’t do.

I was asked on a date “as a friend” which
worked fine, the platonic guaranteed, my
skills with girls not tested.

Without a test there is no failure, this was
’84 just a year before, well months before
my death in alcohol, I said good-bye to
innocence.

Hopeless and helpless I asked alcohol to
help me be honest, kept asking for close to
twenty years, fired it finally in March of 2002.

1984, “Careless Whisper” on the way, a fitting
end for a dance that never began. We wanted more
and better, but took our medicine, departed at
ten o’clock, went home not saying all we wanted
to say.

Now I say it, ready for love, platonic, sexual
all kinds, reduced to humanity by five
days at Betty Ford treatment center.

“It’s great to be great, but greater
to be human” said Will Rogers according
to Brian L. of Hazelden books.

Full of achievement, empty in love was
I for so many years. So I write about ’84,
where everything was there, all external
things perfect and ripe for picking.

I just needed to tell her that I loved her.

Fall, be human, give, serve, risk, get—

“Seems like without tenderness there’s
something missing…”

“Without love, there ain’t much, there ain’t
much.” The glamorous life with Sheila E.,
her lingerie a topic on my first date, favorite
roller coasters, amusement parks, the divorce.

“Is divorce hard?” She asked, my date, I was twelve
she was thirteen, my sweet date.

Chuckling I talked about multiple Christmases and
dismissed the question, too many barriers there
between the truth and my telling it.

God bless her, I was not ready.

Nor for my dance partner at the dance,
my first and second crushes.

1984: without alcohol waiting for me
to come to ’85, with a God instead of
fear guiding my choices….

Well, even as it was there were good times,
spirit, great movies and songs experienced,
near beer and goofy memories, getting
jacked in ’85 to say “Hey, we just saw it
all.”

Nearly thirty years later I’m seeing it again
in memory, that potential, it’s still
there. My letter goes out, their fulfillment
is mine. We can still win

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