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Whisky Moment

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Whisky Moment

~the Fear of Never~ A DRINK TO REMEMBER!


   And the fire catches every time, my heart needs a sip
I bear no shame pouring, poisoned pabulum whisky down 
Lost in a place with hungry whores, ink paying  gigolos 
This night a respected gentleman put's on his evening gown
He sits in front of a mic playing the same old sad song
Fitted out in drag, his wife has no clue
Holy breeders trying to change my shoes
Lingering from the Cute Chinaman, running his tab sky high
Bluebirds of jealousy, set round the vintage Barstool like fools
Minds overpowered and threaten to the very nub

I am drunk-- in his eye, 
He receives a macabre confession of possessiveness 
I am drunk-- in her eye,
She has a sick confession of subconsciousness 

Broken loose from a negative, regressive state of mind
Sit and enjoy this broken bottle of champagne 
Unspoken rage in every empty can left behind
A shot glass drops from my unstable hands longing to hold a pen
I look into a mirror and embrace every meaning of stability
Blotting out the madness behind a metal cage of reality
At times, I feel the need to bring down this masquerade 
A drink so hostile, I can't even remember my image and name 

Too many scars, from the foster of paper and pen
My dependents are drunken demons from a traumatized childhood 
Tonight I will legislate a special thanks
Holding up my cup, until death finds my note 
I will smile, at every Judge and Jury, during karaoke night
Shutting down my eyes, fantasizing everything's gonna be alright
I will not  jilt knowing, writers block haunted my days away
Insecure hoarding monsters enjoying spoil forgotten words
Tonight I thirst like never before, my tongue inscribes around a tin cup
I am not eating up by it, no matter how long I've drowned in it
This is my kind of whisky, my thoughts, my days of ammo 
To tell you the truth, I possess no desire to drink
It's all about the love of poetry and how sober, I become (WITHOUT)
The monsters that reside inside, have one thing to say

"Give me Poetry, or give me Death!"

by: PD

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 7/6/2016 11:40:00 PM
Love this one!!!
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Date: 4/5/2016 5:08:00 AM
Carl Fraser said almost every thing i wanted to,that was ''sobering'' and painful as hell!That hit me on more levels than I allow!!I'm wanting to write something like that but haven't got the ''guts''. YET? It was an o.k. poem....''That was amazingly spot on''!
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Date: 9/16/2015 10:04:00 PM
Dear Linda Love the title of this one it's a cool, the meaning is sobering and deep, the story is great and powerful, sometimes in poetry we just need to get out things that our within us no matter what the cost, and this is one of those writes it took courage and streigth of charitar to do so, great job cheri
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Date: 8/18/2015 9:59:00 PM
I like this one very deep
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Date: 8/12/2015 10:58:00 AM
when one intoxicates the mind....to me, it is easier to find....words that intoxicate the heart....and mary, brandy and bud is how I like to start....lol
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Date: 7/11/2015 11:42:00 PM
Looking over this one again and your love of poetry in that last quote! Hope life is treating you well, Linda and thanks for the recent placements in your contests.
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Date: 6/28/2015 4:13:00 AM
I couldn't bring myself to read the whole thing. Mostly because I've been drinking. But the line, "Holy breeders trying to change my shoes", will forever echo in my head. I'll try it again on a different plane of thinking some other day.
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Date: 5/27/2015 3:15:00 PM
Forever surprising me with another awesome emotional write my dear pen friend. Linda I love your work......Sharon G.
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Date: 4/8/2015 1:40:00 PM
I love your poetry early evening!
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Date: 3/16/2015 10:44:00 AM
Another great poem. Always enjoy reading your stuff
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Date: 3/12/2015 1:41:00 PM
I enjoyed this! It made me think a bit. Nice write!
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Date: 3/11/2015 12:20:00 PM
Im barely learning about poetry and the different kinds, but i really enjoyed reading this. Thank you for the warm welcome, I appreciate the invite to your contest, I'm hoping to catch the next one. I have been writing for a while now, and just decided to put my work out there. Thanks for the feedback :) i will be submitting more soon.
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Date: 2/22/2015 9:48:00 PM
Being a whisky liver, if you don't desire to drink it, I will lol :). Great, thrilling ride, yes our hearts do need a sip often, and, in moderation, so does my palette. Bravo, great write.
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Date: 2/22/2015 2:24:00 AM
Enormously brilliant... like it. Kudos :D Rajkumar
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Date: 2/10/2015 2:42:00 AM
Ahh.. the rationality, the frenetic 'reality' juxtaposed P D.. (the seeming futility) of our reasoning and, the endless journey..' 'got me thinking today' keep well Joe..'
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Date: 2/6/2015 6:46:00 AM
You write graciously and wonderfully. Its blissful coming across this piece. There's nothing more than I can say other than, this is simply awesome and great
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Date: 1/26/2015 11:51:00 AM
Writers block my ass, Glad to see the master has returned with the same passion. I can relate to this so well. Been there, done that , and sat looking at that beckoning bottle for hours, only to get up and go home still miserable, This is a 10 Linda, Blessings Carl
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Date: 1/25/2015 5:03:00 PM
Your poem is a remarkably beautiful one, Linda. Its beauty of expression, imagery and use of metaphors is absolutely out of this world. It has won and the win is well deserved. This is the best work I have read so far this year. Happy New Year. Mohammad
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Date: 1/25/2015 11:31:00 AM
First, thank you so much for your warm welcome to this site. Second, I LOVE your poem. I identify strongly with it...so glad you posted it.
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Date: 1/19/2015 3:27:00 PM
So deep and intricate... love for poetry is well described... well deserved to be the best poem... congrats dear... hugs, nad!
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Date: 1/15/2015 8:59:00 AM
Hi Linda: I am not articulate enough to describe this poem except to say that it is HEAVY as though your mind was in overdrive and your poetic words came quickly at a given whisky night . i will collect this poem and read it until i can savor each word. GREAT WRITE! Thanks for your commenton Color of Space
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Date: 1/11/2015 12:33:00 PM
Height of perfectional pound....loved it so much!! Have a good day linda
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Date: 1/11/2015 5:37:00 AM
I concur...love, jimbo
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Date: 1/9/2015 11:38:00 PM
this poem truly deserves to be on the top! Congratulations Linda!
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Date: 1/9/2015 1:11:00 PM
It’s a masterpiece from you. You have sketched so beautiful the feelings and reactions of a fully drunk that your Poem has become a drink itself. Another gem from your creative pen dear friend. After reading your beautiful work I am reminded of few lines from a great Hindi Poet Dr. H. R. Bacchants 'Madhusaala'. I am mentioning here only four of its most striking lines from his Poetry Book “Madhushalaa”. The meaning of these lines is also given in English. To continue….Ravindra K Kapoor
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