Issue 8 - August, 2001

Issue 8 of the MOM Journal finishes up publishing material that was submitted 2 years ago when we last tried to revive the Journal.  It also includes some newly submitted material.  Hopefully we will continue to receive submissions so we can publish the Journal on a regular basis.   

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Jokes, personal stories, one-liners and poems are appropriate. 

What is AA

How to avoid playing God
Let Go Accepting Higher Power
Tears Heal Wounds Prayer to Higher Power
Precious Time We are the Lucky Ones
One-liners A Worldwide Symphony
Click - Clique recovery

What is Alcoholics Anonymous?

Alcoholics Anonymous is a fellowship designed and administered by a bunch of ex-drunks whose only qualifications for membership are that they can't hold their liquor and have decided they don't want to learn how. Not that they could anyway, they never could, and it's highly unlikely that they ever would.

It has no rules, dues or fees, nor anything else that any sensible organization seems to require.

At meetings, the speaker starts on one subject, winds up talking about something entirely different, and concludes by saying he doesn't know anything about the program except that it works. The groups are always broke, yet always seems to have money to carry on. They are always losing members but seem to grow. They claim AA is a selfish program but they always seem to be trying to give it away and to do something for others. Every group passes laws, rules, edicts and pronouncements that everyone blithely ignores; members who disagree with anything have the privilege to walk out in a huff, quitting forever, only to return as if nothing has happened and be greeted accordingly. Nothing is ever planned 24 hours ahead, yet great projects are born and survive magnificently. Nothing in AA is according to Hoyle. How can it survive?

Perhaps it is because we have learned to live and laugh at ourselves. God made man. He made laughter too. Perhaps he is pleased with our disorganized efforts and makes things right no matter who pushes the wrong button. Maybe he is pleased, not with our lack of perfection, but with our sincerity. Maybe he is pleased with our trying to be nobody but ourselves. We don't know how it works, but it does, and members keep receiving their dividends from their AA investments. It is smart to be sober, and much easier, my friends, to stay sober than to get sober."

Author Unknown

How to Avoid Playing God 

Offer no advice unless it is asked.
to other peopleís dreams and help them in the way that they wish to be helped. 
them to find their own strength.
at all times
that you donít know all the answers.
in the other person until his own judgment becomes clear.
on what is right, instead of what is wrong.
the core of Divine Being in each person.
the other personís good intentions.

To "let go" does not mean to stop caring, it means I can't do it for someone

To "let go" is not to cut myself off, it's the realization I can't control

To "let go" is not to enable, but to allow learning from natural consequences.

To "let go" is to admit powerlessness, which means the outcome is not in my

To "let go" is not to try to change or blame another, it's to make the most
of myself.

To "let go" is not to care for, but to care about.

To "let go" is not to fix, but to be supportive.

To "let go" is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.

To "let go" is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes, but to
allow others to effect their destinies.

To "let go" is not to be protective, it's to permit another to face reality.

To "let go" is not to deny, but to accept.

To "let go" is not to nag, scold, or argue, but instead to search out my own
shortcomings and correct them.

To "let go" is not to adjust everything to my desires, but to take each day
as it comes, and cherish myself in it.

To "let go" is not to criticize and regulate anybody, but to try to become
what I dream I can be.

To "let go" is to fear less, and love more.

Those who have accepted that a higher power can restore their sanity, will not be surprised that the door of hope constantly remains open. 

Even to those who resist strongly.

Even to those who slip and stumble on the path.

Resistance and stumbling strengthens the resolve of our higher power to extend the loving invitation to all.

Not many may choose to accept this generous invitation and even those who do must strive in the face of many pitfalls to gain serenity and sobriety.



It is difficult to decide which is the most damaging form of greed, that of one's money and material possessions or that of one's precious time.  To give freely of our time to carry our message to suffering alcoholics and to practice the principles of AA in all of our affairs is to donate a precious gift that only we can give. 


We are the lucky ones !

We have recognised that we have the vital qualifications for recovery. Powerlessness, unmanageability and alcoholic insanity enable us to enact a Programme that brings a better life.


Alcoholic mathematicians canít count drinks

Alcoholism does not discriminate.  It is truly an equal opportunities disease.

The bond of A A is strengthened by the imperfections of its members.

The 12 steps can build the good voice inside us into a force capable of defeating the voice that deludes us into believing the lie. 

This time it will be o/k.

Fear is a wonderful servant, but a terrible master.

If you put £20 in the pot next time you go to an AA meeting, remember it's still the cheapest cup of coffee in town. 

A Worldwide Symphony 

Rain and hail falling, as gods cleanse the earth
Powerless to flee, I relive rebirth
While streets don their sheen, my heart's being bent
Hunger from pavements left my pockets rent
For, with pie and milk, his belly to fill
Now watch how my life goes braking downhill
Surprisingly drain has left me in calm
Been there and done that, survived my own harm
News of six Swallows, by lightning got struck
And Boesak is tried for lost million bucks
Success and renown, and pillage and rape
We all hum the tune; there's no great escape
No finger choosing "You, blessed - you, whacked"
We all dance the trudge: and that's simple fact

       The title   With thanks to Barry Manilow

Click - Clique

Tighter than any umbilical cord,
Stronger than mighty Excalibur sword,

This thing that binds us, the one to the one.
I think our clique's love-life has only begun.

The first two to bond, I called Dick & Rave.
Rick thinks he's a Yank. Dave sure needs a shave.

How met our two buddies? I don't know and don't care,
Though perilous past I know that they share.

To meetings at Yeoville they came and they came,
A haven of loving, no guilt and no shame.

The first lass to join, she gave me the schlak --
When her chewing-gum in my ashtray she stuck.

Her name it was Juli, all cuddly and nice,
She brought us her message and added some spice.

And three they remained for one day, or two,
Till out of the cracks popped Irish-Boer-Jew,

Who writes silly verse, that most of the time
Has no real meaning and often don't rhyme.

The next one to join, a young Eytie chick.
(I'm certain she washes her white hair in Jik!)

Joanna-Gianna, with little to say,
Who likes Parra-Frotti, it's better that way.

A bubbling Pom, who next staked her claim.
Cute Kathy of Essex, she's making a name --

Four-syllabled words -- good golly, good grief,
The growth from our programme defies one's belief.

And Frieda-come-lately, leapt out of her shell,
Sent Leonard & Co, straight one-way, to hell!

At Yeoville, New Freedom, St Francis, Hillbrow,
The love of our gath'rings, our living in Now,

Us cherished, enfolded, uplifted to God.
We all now'days fly, where once we did plod.

What we have been given is part of His Plan,
He brought us together, forged our little clan.

Now I have got sisters, you found a brother.
We'll nourish and heal, one feeding the other.

At Mike's Kitchen, last night, I sat and I thought:
What is it I've found, what lessons been taught?

I know that you care, each he and each she
And I love you freely -- you've given me, em!


cleaning shoes
doing tasks
shucking masks
having blues
losing hues
lost today's
needing you's
seeking clues
feeling fears
shedding tears
paying dues
sharing too's
'voiding fools
using tools
tending cues
kneeling pews
better days
pulling through's

Prayer To My Higher Power
     How far it seems that I have fallen,
     When just the other day we meant
     The East sun rising, to the other.
     Gone to rot - willfully spent.
     With innards gnawed by snakes and rats,      My head it feels it's bursting.      Old blood turning its back on Life,      Its owner for revenge is thirsting. 
     My older kids all away from home,
     The little children all gone to bed.
     Next door a man lies sleeping
     Dreams a toast to a love that's dead. 

     Many days ahead are bound to be
     Days of pain and nights of ache.
     O God, for the relief of this son
     I beg of You, my injury to take. 

     My daily supplication now must be,
     "Guide my path to where You rest.
     Open Thee my inner ear and eye,
     Lest I forget this is just Your Test -
     To see how sacred I'll hold the Faith      You gave me on that sixteenth June."      Hold me in the palm of Your Hand,      Purge my hate, forgiveness soon 
     I need to give. The hurt inside
     Will kill me if I don't forego
     Pleasure of anger and sick'ning hate.
     God of Mercy, teach me how I must let go! 

Tears Heal Wounds 

What do I need
To do - to really heal,
The longing that I feel;
Memories are all I have,
The emptiness to fill?
Indeed, tears cause - heal wounds:
I will miss you my friend. 

I wouldn't be able to ever find
The exact words to express feelings
Such as what I am needing to pray,
You created timeless tributes;
You shared the message of love
These are my peaceful memories,
If your friendship's is to be defined.
From then until now; loving,
Thoughts of you - My friend.
By Guy L.
a.k.a. A Peaceful Warrior
August 20, 2001
My thought's of John L.
A.A. Sponsor & Friend


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