by-Matthew F. Blowers III


We have all lived
through Halcyon days
brightening our lives
in so many ways
each precious moment
endlessly replays
lodged in our memories
forcing blues to stray

Tales of good times
now gone by
savored like fine wine,
tart and dry
sipped ever so slowly
in our minds
elating our souls in ways
words can’t define

That first taste of candy
back when you were a child
where your eyes popped wide
and your mouth was wowed
by the sugary bliss that
had graced your lips
bringing strong addictions
for each candy bar bit.

That first kiss you shared
with your first love so awkward
that the prettiest girl
oh, so eagerly offered
warm, wet lips colliding,
setting passions igniting
and that incredible rush
two feel when love is arriving

Hot, buttery Lobster
broken free from its shell
after endless cheap food
because your paycheck was hell
but you just got a raise
and you used it to pay
for the rarest of treats
after months of blaise.

Or when you hold your
newborn baby
a carbon copy of two
and that infant’s eyes
gaze curiously up at you
full of trust as you cradle
its new life so close
out of all of life’s moments
this one means the most.

it means the most
cause you've sired a life
that you'll treasure forever
both you and your wife

Life holds many surprises
in both large and small sizes
to release us from the tedium
of our compromises.
and the dates that life blessed us
and gently caressed us
with such joys unfamiliar
are fond thoughts that possess us.

All our tales of good times
now gone by will survive
and they help us to thrive
when our joys take a dive

Savored like fine wine, tart and dry
sipped ever so slowly in our minds
elating our souls in ways
no words can define
no words can define
cause life is so fine

And long after we’re gone
those good times will live on
in the memories of our families
our children and friends
until we meet again
for many more good times
In that great beyond…..
beyond the distant blue skies
In that great beyond….
our good times will go on...
forever more.....forevermore

It's the circle ofl ife
and the circle beyond
where good times just go on
and on, and on and on,
and on

We have all lived (1)

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The Hollow-Days Of Addiction.
(A Christmas message for all )

Christmas has come back again
For the third year in a row
And we haven't seen 
our precious son
Ever since he had to go
To jail then off to rehab
Then violating 
two probation's
the court ordered no contact
So we've had no conversations
Cause he'd abused 
his Mom so much
Leaving her soul terrified
and came after me so angrily
Every time that he got high
we both tried in 
every way we could
But then we had to say goodbye....


Christmas on drugs and alcohol 
Was never a good mix
Hanukkah plus cruel addictions
Just brings candle sadly lit
Santa Claus and faith in God
Are not enough to bring a fix
Only he can save himself
No one else can heal his needs
That have made both our hearts bleed
while he spends his hollow days
Struggling to find ways to succeed.


He'll spend another Christmas
In sober living all alone
Far away from both his parents
Knowing that he can't come home
And it cuts us deeply to the bone
Cause our tough love is no fun
But drugs and alcohol have stolen
Our most precious son
Until he proves that he is cured
and his addictions are all done.

So if you too are like our son
Suffering the same afflictions
I hope this poem moves you to flee
Back to the true life 
you've been missing
Because those who 
love you can't survive
Living with the endless friction
Of your lies and thefts 
And thier hopes left swept
Underneath your opposition
Your loved ones all must separate
themselves from your positions
Of your loving highs even as they cry
Over your tragic conditions
Leaving you alone 
while they sit at home
Praying for you and each one wishing
That you will give all that you've lost
Some serious recognition
Before you end up lying 
Under a marble inscription
that leaves them all 
Without your love
Another victim of addiction
so many others just like you 
Have faced Death's Benedictions....



By- Matthew F.Blowers III-(C)-2022
at Art-Whimsically Yours Studio
This poem is dedicated to ny son,
my only child who has been 
through his fault alone absent from
my wife and I for 3 years 
without contact

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