Bacchanalia Poems - Poems about Bacchanalia

...A swift half of cider in the Bodega bar sadly none of us could afford a car. Dropping a shilling in the snug juke box Haley and Elvis,then so unorthodox Trad jazz with Donegan,Bilk or Collier ......Read the rest...

...Tea with Gran,her muffins supreme, Bath and change and hair brylcreamed. into town to the pub in the square, our gang always met there. Checking the football scores in the Oxford 'green un'. ......Read the rest...

...Riches Once when the river ran slow sunlight, makes stones look like gold, I threw into the stream a silver engagement ring, among the gold it looked trite like a poor cousin wearing leftover cl......Read the rest...

...Today is assiduously religiously different, as I review our local RiverEast News. Every week Mike Thompson writes a solid Editorial in a compelling voice. I expect to only add my hearty sacr......Read the rest...

...I. O Bacchanalia! O wild Mania, be this crazed ecstasy the touch of God!? To be transported bodes Arcadia: but th......Read the rest...

...hair brylcreamed. into town to the pub in the square, our gang always met there trad jazz with Donegan, Bilk or Collier or maybe the ballroom for bacchan......Read the rest...

...History contends that on that score hing hot summer at 6:00 pm June sixteenth in the year 666 after the Devonian era, two lovers - a Mister Belmont Me and Missy Bryn Mawr Hu felt the call ......Read the rest...

...(alternately known as the Doubting Thomas Crown Taj Mahal Cupid Affair) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fortunate (for me) thee bona fide "FAKE" Cupid (ak......Read the rest...

...Riches Once, in the shallow river where sunlight makes the stone look like gold nuggets, I threw into its water an engagement ring, made of silver. I had paid plenty for it on my low earnings, ......Read the rest...

...OF EARTH AND SKY Let my ashes skyward fly Across milky clouds ephemeral Always knowing here my heart lies. Under willow and bough of oak Cast in eternal slumber But only for the physical cloa......Read the rest...

...Spring's alluring flowers with succulent juices rill Perfumed dander from scented strands doth spill Sweet aroma into the parched atmosphere to distill Twirling Daisies, Buttercups the fawning mea......Read the rest...

...The change is slowly coming like murder in the back alley. It won't be neat or sweet, but messy, and the moon will reflect in the cardinal pools. The hand of a stranger wrenching the deepest secr......Read the rest...

...Tea with Gran,her muffins supreme, Bath and change and hair brylcreamed. into town to the pub in the square, our gang always met there. Checking the football scores in the Oxford 'green un'. ......Read the rest...