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Thanks Sad
I like it too!
Now how about a poem from YOU!?

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History repeats itself in “new” ways , Sad!
Memories abound, some good some bad!!

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Brilliant poem, Sad!
Pin it on your ipad, laptop and on the dashboard of your car!

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One day at a time is our only hope
I know how you feel, Tiki
It’s so hard to cope
With loss and shame and guilt and pain
We need to surrender to remain sane
Try to continue to make gambling
IMPOSSIBLE
Otherwise we will end up in a Psychiatric hospital!

(Love reading your poems Tiki)

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Thanks for the poem Charles
It moved me to tears
I know I’ve been gambling
To escape from my fears
Always found your group helpful
That’s why I came to GT
But I now realize
That it’s all up to me.
I need to fly solo to test out my wings
And rely less on other people for things
Time to take off the mask
To remove the disguise
So I’m writing these words
To say my goodbyes
Here’s to the “bullshit”, deflection and games
Played by a fictitious woman
Using fake pseudo names.
Time to write a REAL journal
To walk a straight line
And live out your advice
One day at a time!

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Every time I gamble, I lose all my money.
What starts out as fun, ends far from being funny!
Every time I gamble I also lose control
What starts out as one bet, sends me on a “roll”.
Sometimes I tell myself I’m “normal”
That everything is fine
But deep down in my soul
I know I’ve “crossed the CG line”.
And when a gambler reaches
This sad, pathetic place
Alternative approaches
Are all we have to face!
Give up the thought of winning,
Forget about the fun
Wave goodbye to all the “sinning”
Resolve that we are “done!”

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“Actions are louder , it really is true
So rather than words think, “What can I do?”
…………………………………………………………..
I can quash the first thought
I can “stomp on the bug”
Postpone the next bet
and withdraw from the “drug”
I can then call a friend
Tell them what I intend
And remind myself always
Where gambling will end!
Do things differently
Look for new company
Be accountable, honest,
To you and to me
I can hand over cash
Put credit cards in the trash
Surrender my car keys
Go down on my knees
To pray or scrub floors
Whatever it takes
To keep me from making
More stupid mistakes!
Examine the tools
That I got from GT
To find out which one
Today is for me
I have no more excuses
To use fancy words
It’s time now for ACTION
(GAMBLING IS FOR NERDS!)

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Le cunamh De, Sad!
(with God’s help!)

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I travelled to that “other world”
By some strange magic source
Transported in a stupor,
Of sheer magnetic force.
I didn’t wait to question,
To ask whither, when or why,
Gave consent without attempting
The consequences to deny!

I don’t remember going-
I blocked that journey out
By using every tactic
To suppress my rational doubt.
Although my mind was screaming
“Turn back ! You have a choice!”
But addiction leads to dreaming
So I just ignored that voice.

I thought about my future
My promises and plans
To be frugal free and truthful
Living Life in God’s safe Hands!
It was clear before I started
What the outcome soon would be,
And I heard the Voice of Reason
“What will YOU do differently?”

A gambler’s prayer for miracles,
For favours and for wins,
Soon transforms into mockery
Reflected in the “spins”
Seventy, eighty, ninety
Before we see Three Bars,
Maybe God is laughing now,
Scolding from the stars!

Gambling is my First Love
When I fail to take control
And even though I have a choice
It takes my heart and soul,
But only when I give consent
To set this” monster”free
From the cage where he lies sleeping,
It is I who hold the key!

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Izzi,
I hope you don’t mind me bringing this poem to the top as a poignant reminder to all of the consequences of gambling.
You know I was "on your side" from the beginning Izzi. I often wonder what happens to people who vanish from this Forum. I often ask myself "Is he/she gambling or (God forbid!) are they dead!?"
I never read this poem before. I was just broswing and it jumped out at me.
I think it’s brilliant!
Maybe I am meant to read it at this time.
I has certainly taken my breath away…..
Thanks Izzi. I needed to be stopped in my tracks.

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