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Below is the poem entitled AFTER NINE BOTTLES OF WINE which was written by poet Elliott Bowe THe DrUnKeN POeT. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

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After nine bottles of wine I get pretty
kind never out of shape never out of 
line my mind begins to shine shine with
mulberry moonshine sublime I begin 
to rhyme on time in time I rhyme my 
rhymes never sour like limes but sugary
and sour at the same time in the middle
of sweet and lime now isn't that fine 
wine my mind my mind is out of limits
beyond outer limits beyond your limits
and shallow gimmicks out of the inner 
galaxy limits no limits I am more than
just snippets limitless beyond limits 
beyond summits words cometh from 
a fountain unknown a zone unknown
it has never been shown alone in that
zone words form together for better a 
storm a wavelet of immensity  a brain
storm not lot of the norm not of your
trite brain storm a unique form after 
nine bottles of wine I get pretty kind never
out of shape never out of line hearing & linking 
nature whispering secrets in my mind 
appreciation of a radiation stimulating 
accentuating accumulating words linking
aligning designing a poetic world poems 
unfurl I a whorl pool of thought I am not 
lost in a winters frost I take hot shots of 
the thing you rather drink not you see I 
forgot that many rather sip not they ask
me for milk when they come to my home
I shut the door and say leave me alone I
continue to sip my rum I continue to write
my poem after nine bottles of wine I get
pretty kind never out of shape never out 
of line never out of poems never out of rhymes
never out of rum never out of wine never
out of wit never out of time I am eternal 
chime of rhyme bodily enzyme of passionate
drunken rhyme, see if you can chime in my time
of drunken rhymes time I chime I the clock of tic tock
rhythm and rhyme rum coke and lime I'll try to be sober
next time..

Copyright © Elliott Bowe THe DrUnKeN POeT

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  1. Date: 6/13/2012 3:20:00 PM
    Your poem is very good, although I don't think the layout style and the lack of full stops and capitals are my style - - but still excellent poetry.

  1. Date: 6/4/2012 9:38:00 PM
    Sober or not, you're AWESOME!

  1. Date: 6/3/2012 2:59:00 PM
    Let's share a glass or 2 or 3 or 4 ect!! Lol. Good write my friend. Michael

  1. Date: 6/3/2012 10:12:00 AM
    Quit A Tounge Twister here Elliot, Lol... loved The rhyme in your voice of emotion. Carma"

  1. Date: 6/3/2012 9:42:00 AM
    A roller coaster of feelings and emotion, my friend! Great work! Ruben.

  1. Date: 6/3/2012 8:14:00 AM
    the bottles seem to have a certain potent kind of elixir, elliott... send me some!... incredible work; greeat stuff!..:) huggs!

  1. Date: 6/3/2012 7:08:00 AM
    After seeing the name the drunken poet I had to read this one and I wasn't disappointed. Nice job