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Puppet
by Chessly Lynn Nesci → (All Poetry by Chessly Lynn Nesci)
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If someone can't stop at just a few drinks they become a puppet at the mercy of others. ~Peace~

                                            ~Acrostic poem~

 

P ~putting too many alcoholic drinks into your mouth in one day

U ~unleashing a presence that is dumber than a big bag of rocks

P ~pretending to be silly, when in fact you have already crossed over

P ~playing with fire when you forgot just how much you had to drink

E ~embarrassing yourself by doing things you can't remember

T~ taking a risk at loosing your life every day that you continue

 

                                           ~PUPPET~

 

When someone completely crosses over they become a puppet for a friend to play with.

 

They  loose their speech and all body control. They need to be strung along or they will just fall.

 

There eyes are bulging and the lights are off inside. They think they are o.k. when someone else drops in to play.

 

If they can’t talk, or walk how can they be fine? They pass out looking at the stars, or in the driver’s side of the boat. If they fell in the lake they wouldn’t float.

 

It is really sad when you see them this way. You never know if they are passed out or really dead.

 

When you have seen death before it frightens you every time that puppet appears.

 

You pray every day for them to stop knowing your voice will never be heard. In the back of your mind you know that the booze will win in the end.

 

 

 

                      © Copyright 2010 Chessly Lynn Nesci

 


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 Reviews of "Puppet"
Reviewed by Laura Fall
Reviewed on November 10, 2010
Luckily I never drank either as I was born with medical reasons that prevented even a drop. So guess that was in a way luck for me but I sure have seen the ugly side to it and its difficult indeed! Good write .

Reviewed by Regis Auffray
Reviewed on June 23, 2010
A meaningful and timely acrostic, Chessly. Thank you for sharing the message. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Christine Alwin
Reviewed on June 2, 2010
Alcohol is a wicked drug and is the reason I don't drink, see too much of what you expressed
Christine~

Reviewed by Georg Mateos
Reviewed on June 2, 2010
People that smoke and drive never killed anyone. People that drink and drive have killed thousands.
What's wrong with the picture?
Tobacco kills? sure, but one drink too many can multiple-kill.
What's wrong with the priorities?
Are the alcohol cartel more powerful than the tobacco cartel?
Just asking.

Georg


Reviewed by Felix Perry
Reviewed on June 2, 2010
Yes Chessly, this one is so true. I have seen first hand the effects of booze and drugs. Lost a brother, and divorced a wife who refused to get help. Some people can have a few drinks and are okay, others have almost a switch that flips when they have that third or fourth drink that changes who they are...and never for the better.
fee

Reviewed by TONY NERONE
Reviewed on June 1, 2010
I can relate to this excellent writing as I am a recovering alcholic. My excuse was although I did not know it at the time was I am bi-polar. Boose just fueled my illness.

GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR SONS
TONY

Reviewed by Carin Spirit
Reviewed on June 1, 2010
Old Jack Barleycorn, is a true puppet master. Excellent write. Thank you. Always Be Well, Carin'

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
Reviewed on June 1, 2010
You speak through words of wisdom and that makes this sad because of the hopelessness that is wrapped around...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by John Domino
Reviewed on June 1, 2010
Puppet - truth in poetic form. BRAVO!!!

Reviewed by Mark Lichterman
Reviewed on June 1, 2010
Chessly, so much of what you write seems to me, to be about someone you know and/or, sadly love, as opposed to a fictional story or poem. In making me believe, your words have the ring of truth to them, and this, my lady, is the sign of a very good writer.
Your friend, Mark


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