Best Bacchus Poems

Bacchus God of wine
Thou art the Liberator
Loosen our tongues with thy sweet nectar 

Bacchus God of wine
Thou art the Liberator
Whip us into a frenzy of intoxication

Bacchus God of wine
Thou art the Liberator
Allow us freedom to tell our secrets...

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Bacchus
God of wine twice born
Bacchus son of thunderbolt...
two fermentations

God of wine twice born
Bacchus son of thunderbolt...
from grape to happy

God of wine twice born
Bacchus son of thunderbolt...
happy to headache.

©1/05/2013
contest entry...

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Anacreontic verse


Bacchus rose
joy purging
xeric throats
choking upon
libations
conflicted aims
dancing naked
fearlessly awash
escaping
inhibition’s
tyranny
loosing anger’s soul 
through merriment
releasing
wingless spirits
thoughtless thoughts
unfettered
voices mumbling
wine soaked praise
to numbing’s god.


10/26/2015

submitted to – Anacreontic Verse 1 – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Edward Ebbs...

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Happy May Day, all you PS boys and girls...EVOE!

Squeeze a cherry and let it sit,
And don't forget to take out the pit.
Let it ferment,
At least a day as a rule,
To give it some zing
And a kick like a mule.
Do the same with the blackberry,
There on...

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Your tender body
is a fertile garden
where flowers bloom
beautiful and animated.

Sanctuary of desire
in their domain
pursuing eternal splendor
splashed in golden water..

Paradise under captive sky
scent of Magnolia in country
my hands touch in the instant
lips upon your lovely petals.

This morning in your garden
with you in sighing sanctuary
on our hands...

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Bacchus, I've heard you calling unto me;

the wind carries your song, throughout the day.

"Vines of sin.. Desire to intoxicate,

straying you further from our golden gate.."

The coy words spoken to me, ring within..

Beautiful music is created from

a soft violin. "Where thou lies?" I asked.

No voice could...

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We are together,fondling each other,
not wanting to let go.Drinking red wine,
perfumed by our kiss,scarlet love from 
each other's lips,evoking emotions.
Fire place lit by Our warmth.Spicy Wood
burning,by our yearning,by our devouring 
desire.Never knowing we wanted,We needed
so much of each other.Never knowing we were 
so much in...

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The Andalusian grapes are ripe this time
of season. Bacchus pipes his sweet tune o'er
the vinyards while soft breeze doth rustle more
in trees where mission tolls its clanging chime,
and natives wind their way up valley's climb
to slopes where hoary twisted vines now bore
large clusters; sunny place...

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"I'm told I'm free to try, so try I did,
    but then the shrewd wins with the highest bid;
        I'm tired of being tired of being told that I'm free,
     ...

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While with others for the treasured scramble,
We sometimes like Acrobats tumble,
The message wiring across that we’re nimble
But all too soon like an elephant amble,
And like the soaked in Bacchus stumble
And like ramshackle walls crumble;
From our bellies a heard rumble
And The Once Fluent begins to ramble,
Lots...

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These are my modern English translations of ancient Greek epigrams by Anacreon from the Anacreontea. 

Here he lies in state tonight: great is his Monument!
Yet Ares cares not, neither does War relent.
—Anacreon, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Yes, bring me Homer’s lyre, no doubt,
but first...

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