Best Bottoms Up Poems
I just hit rock bottom I fear
The landing sure tore up my rear
A BADLY bruised butt
But hey, ya know what?
I'm starting to LIKE it down here
I sit here and i wonder , why i have my soul in my lap and this pen in my hand, i've earn my stripes they said, and the blood is not mine to keep, but as the rounds tumble to the ground i lose more and more of my self ,
i wake up to the sounds of automatic gun fire,this time ever so close, sweat drips from my body heavily, with only one choice , i move thru the rocket propelled venom that's spitting thru my walls, i hear there screams as i tumble this body into the night torwards there cries, evil breaks the sound barrier has it rockets passed my head into the crooked pictures on the wall, i arrive , there they are two children, in pure terror , screams you've never heard and never want to.
i can only take one ,reaching down, i scoop up a boy, he as well is drenched in sweat, tears ,snot, and drywall,
i exit the room crouched down i scream to my partner move! grab the girl!!
here arms are over her head covering it like the depleted uranium rounds wont pierce thru her skull as they pass thru the house , again another piece of venom passes by my head breaking the sound barrier , reminding me , i am all alone , i can not go back , i must move forward leaving them,
i run into the never ending darkness with a boy in my arms and his little hands grasp tightly around me, we run , stumble thru the darkness, to are savior , a porcelain bath tub we collapse inside and i pray for the machine gun fire to stop, screaming her name hoping to hear her voice still. i hear nothing .
i dont care if you like this poem ,story whatever you want to call it, and i dont care about spelling errors , or poets or poems, it was solely for my peace.
Bottoms Up
Heavy handed was the pour
convex cap to rim of glass
chasers iced and doubled back
dry toast to soothe an empty flask.
Innkeepers have their history
in treating drunkards mystery
disguising in replete display
the demon haunts their every day.
submitted to – Ekphrasis Contest 01
sponsor – Giorgio A. V.
I have always wanted to see the world
From the bottom up
So when I die
don't cry
Throw my ashes down the toilet
And flush with vigor
while shaking the handle
here is looking up at you
Beached the sun-bleached bottoms
of small boats color the sand scape,
safely turned bottoms-up
far from the high tide’s line.
They lay in wait beneath the teardrop rain,
huddled from the bay’s breath, they hide.
It is only the lap of languid wave that bides.
Boats Beach, Eastham Mass 2012
When my dad said bottoms up, he wasn't talking about drinking booze.
He taught me that drinking is not a good thing to choose.
I was drinking in his house at the age of eighteen.
He was furious and he put me over his knee.
He beat my butt cheeks like a pair of bongos with his hands.
He even started using my ass for bongos when he joined a band.
He had never beat my butt like that before.
If you drink in your dad's house, your ass may be sore.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Desire on fire
It's under control
But deep down inside me
It's full and it's whole
Thoughts of big snowstorms
Still thrive and abound
While dreams of guitar lessons
Still drift around
So close that I'm catching
The faintest hint of
Rose and vanilla
Of you it's pure love
Your lips look so soft
How I'd love to kiss
Them for hours on end
In passionate bliss
The kind that make movies
Of romantic ilk
If I could just kiss them
I'd drink all my milk
In the spiritual quest for all that is best
I discover another who is seeking it too.
A superior material that's ripe for a touch,
To feel it and test it and kneel with it much.
And our fingertips linger and our palms are like psalms,
Measuring treasure, holding with pleasure,
The body so real of our holy ideal.
And the words pop, and the seekings stop.
O perfect independent, resplendent, so fine,
I draw you within me to drink you like wine.
And the feast of a lifetime thrills at our lips
And the sparkles are felt and the bubbles dealt.
One hundred percent proof is our stunning truth
And we are the drunkards full of our tankards.
O calm, clear-sighted, rational sun,
Material superior, integrity spun,
A new year is dawning, new life rushing on,
Achievements and profits, new promises sung,
And I have you and you have me,
And we are the bottle pouring so free!
At a sports event in Europe*
Norway got a hefty fine
For their players were competing
In some shorts that crossed the line.
For the only proper bottoms
Are bikinis, so the crowd
Gets a peek at much more tush
Than what it seems the shorts allowed.
As the spectators were cheering,
Maybe Norway got some boos,
Since the team from Spain provided
Much more titillating views.
*Beach handball championships
P lease read the bottom first
U nderstanding my thirst
S orry to disappoint you
M y lips are sealed I think
O ther than my rootbeer
T his man just doesn't drink
T o tell the truth
O r not
B elieve it
Earth's green/blue healthy healing climate
Some LeftBrain emergent verbal singers
and dancers
felt as resonant Gaian EarthMother health
for rebirth re-connection
reweaving
Reconceived
empowered and bilaterally enlightened
benign winds of ecofeminist
local EarthMatriotic
community domestic
democratic
typically extra-familial fertile polycultural
Regenerative health global-systemic
benignly viral GoldenRule revolutions
inseminating
TrueWealth Win/Win NonViolent EarthCommunications
InBetween Both/And nuanced thought/felt dialogue
for win/win co-emergent
dipolar co-arising choices
Preferably not quite so unawesomely
sacred/sensory Either/Or bipolar
affective anxiety preconceptions
overpowering eco/ego-logically indigenous
green polytheistic cooperative reconceiving
re-birthing
reverse time re-membering
re-connecting
re-ligioning Truth/Beauty Ancient Gaian HealingMercy
We're All On This Sacred Green/Blue Earth
Interdependent MultiCultural Wisdom
Yang+Yin = 1 Universal PolyNomial Intuitive-Indigenous
NonZero-CoEfficient CoPassionate LeftBrain EcoLogos
for Unitarian Yin/Yang = (-,-) PreConception not
not also Yang/Yin = Original 1/0 Inception-BiNomialThicket
AnthroCentric LeftHemisphere relearning win/win
compassionate Both/And Ego/EarthHealth
restorative justice polycultural reset
reversing retributive monoculturing win/lose dissociation
Reincarnating local inter-healthfaith community's
most long-term resilient green economic
and ecological
healthy democracy
healthy climate
healthy anthro-public
wealthy all YintegralBeauty/YangTrust
CoPassionate Communing Healthy EarthTribe
protecting
providing for
polyculturally co-investing in
eco-politically green/blue healing
matriotic co-empowering
ecohealth-enlightening
self/other-copassioned lives
Sacredly committed
to at least the next seven regenerations
of a California RedWood Fertile Forest
and a Chinese Bamboo Resiliently Integral
Complexly Cooperative WinWin
Deep MultiCulturally Rooted Thicket.
Cilly Willy was born transgender
And became a Public Defender
She could be a judge
If she would just fudge
But she knows that Trump would upend her
not feeling well
not finding the
bottom of the
well
because the well
springs gone
but what about
what
the dowser didn't
say but her rods
got excited and
bent
down saying that
here there is water
to be found so
dig
so i dug and am
still digging
but finding
dirt
then my world
eyes opened
seeing the
globe
on the other
side was my
much beloved
Asian Sea
A tree's roots are under the ground
where, with little fanfare or sound
They nourish the tree that we get to see
its trunk and its limbs, its twigs and its leaves
Our focus on powerful branches
or brilliant autumnal scenes--
We know that without sturdy roots deep down
there'd be nary a tree for miles around...
Yet my family tree has its deepest roots on top
Without those brave primogenitors
~ all growth would have stopped
Take me to inner,
It has lot in store,
Let me concentrate,
A little now and later more,
Allow me to take the dive,
That ends nowhere but towards the end,
I want to live life bottoms up than upside down,
I wish to know the inner meaning and raison de etre,
Then look for where I want to build,
The lore has it that those tried to do so,
Stopped hands and began mind,
It all did help the mind,
It went the speed of light years,
To thoughts that took them right to core,
Exit back to up perhaps was very tough,
Once they knew the inner and core,
They all did not want to live ,
the way we all do,
any more.