Best Carousing Poems
The innocent criminalized, chased down with pitchforks and torches of fire. Their names dragged through the mire, by the hair, stripped of their humanity.
Meanwhile the guilty cheer with cash and jewels, with measured feet on the demonic beat. The guilty drinking the blood of the kind, like wine.
Headlines say: “God is dead,” “No one’s watching,” “The law is what we say it is.”
Will we be sorrowful for such as these when the armies of God, with Christ at the lead, tread with grapes of wrath?
God’s fruit: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness, self-control.
Works of the flesh: sexual immorality, moral impurity, promiscuity, idolatry, sorcery, hatred’s, strife, jealousy, outbursts of anger, selfish ambitions, dissensions, factions, envy, drunkenness, carousing, …the practice of such things.
Turn! Repent! The suffering will relent for the innocent. The bloodguilty will be paid with unquenchable suffering. Still there is time to turn and repent. See what a good God we have. He truly loves. None of us deserve anything from his hands and yet he offers everything. Why cling to a temporary offering when you can obtain glory?! We are tested and tried. Turn and repent!
*In italics from Galatians 5 of The Holy Bible CSB
Categories:
carousing, christian, fruit,
Form:
Didactic
More than the grand fireworks display,
above chart-topper music blast;
What is the highlight of this night -
The Media Noche, New Year’s toast.
Above chart-topper music blast,
stay still awhile, to breathe our thanks;
A farewell to the year that was
and welcome one - now upon us.
What is the highlight of this night -
Carousing, whole night rejoicing?
Babe year pushing rudely the old,
at street parties ruled by one clan?
The Media Noche, New Year’s toast -
Grounding to roots, a youngster’s boast.
Each morsel chew, each laugh renews,
one's world-weary bones and sinew.
* media noche (Spanish for midnight) - Traditional New Years' Eve feast for Filipino families
18 November 2015
Shall We Retourne Contest -2nd Place
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Categories:
carousing, family, holiday, new years
Form:
Verse
True friends are kindred spirits.
You know they are true friends
When the barriers come down. . .
when nothing that you say to them
could make them like you less.
And if they feel offended or let down by you,
you only have to talk things through.
Faults are forgiven; understanding prevails.
My best friends (other than my four fantastic sisters)
I’ve mostly met through poetry.
Some of them, as my friend Frank would say,
are unlikely.
Frank is the first "guy" who welcomed me
most warmly and encouragingly to PoetrySoup
when I came here almost two years ago.
I came to learn much about my new friend:
Frank Herrerra was born ten years before me
in an environment much different from my own.
When I was a small child, quiet and withdrawn,
Frank was out carousing, and when he was in school,
he was strutting down its hallways like a king.
I know this, for he told me.
True friends let their conversations take them
to any place at all. . . . and it’s all good.
He’s told me things sometimes I couldn’t quite believe
and later confessed he had been joking.
I guess I’m gullible, but I don’t mind.
I never had a teasing older brother,
but if he’d been my brother,
I’m sure that he’d have been the very best!
Despite all Frank’s bravado,
he’s compassionate and sensitive -
those qualities of the poet with heart and soul.
Best of all, he is sincere.
Unlikely friends - maybe.
True friends - I hope forevermore.
(inspired by the sweet poem Frank wrote for me today)
Categories:
carousing, friendship, me,
Form:
Prose Poetry
October Bliss
In the mood for autumnal cavorting and carousing,
dripping with morning dew drops and blowing moist kisses at rainbows,
golden leaves flit about wind-swept paths searching for dancing partners.
10-08-2014
Contest: October Bliss or November Dreams/Sijo or Sedoka
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placement: 3rd
Categories:
carousing, autumn, nature, seasons,
Form:
Sijo
I get a kick outta the writes I see,
So intellectual, how can that be?
I skipped two grades,
Was forced to take IQ tests again,
Cause no one as dumb as me,
Could possibly produce such a score, you see
Got 100% on regents exams,
Passed college entrance tests
Half drunk and dirty of dress
Cause I was up with friends
drinkin' and carousing like the rest,
And, Lord knows how, but I assure,
I aced the test, and even more,
To what was then considered
"The Poor-Man's Harvard"
I cruised through that as well,
No one was gona stop this Bell
But IQ tests, and scholastic grade,
Never has one, of a man be made
I still do get confused,
About how to wear two shoes,
My brain may be book-smart,
But comin' from the heart,
I've trusted when I really shouldn't
Was skeptical when imprudent
So here's this IQ wiz,
Don't know just who he is,
And street smart as a cat,
Caught in Dr. Zeuss's hat.
So teach your children well,
don't grow up to be like Tom Bell
Categories:
carousing, depression, funny, happiness, health,
Form:
Bio
Alphabetical animals all around:
Angry army ants,
Busy buzzing bees,
Carousing calico cats,
Dancing dolphin duo,
Eerie electric eels
Fancy feathered flamingos,
Graceful grey geese,
Harmless hairy hamsters,
Interesting itchy insects,
Jolly Japanese jellyfish,
Karate kicking kangaroos,
Lonely little lizards,
Many mischievous monkeys,
Numerous nearsighted newts,
Old ornery otters,
Pretty pink pelicans.
Quick quacking quail,
Rockin’ Red Robins,
Slimy sea slugs,
Terrifying Tibetan tigers,
Upstanding undulating umbrellabirds,
Vicious vandalizing vultures,
Warbling white whipperwills,
Exotic examining extraterrestrials,
Yellow yoked yaks,
Zonked zoo zebras.
Categories:
carousing, animal,
Form:
Alliteration
Poor choices ride piggy back on lies,
holding my trembling frame against shame flaming walls . . .
A million smiles may paint the day,
but deep canyon nights hold no disguise;
a yellow smiley face veneer defies
a taunting chorus of demon jeers.
Looking eye to eye in the mirror,
my conscience dares not lie;
see her there, that girl,
the first she selfishly betrayed?
The demons on the doorstep, uninvited, move inside
and enact a day of dreadful reckoning.
I should have known you did not, could not love me,
so explosively you hated everything you are.
Such a foolish little girl to think
I had the skill to deliver your demented psyche;
feverish digging with a dinner fork
will not alter a mighty river's flow.
A warranty deed of failure accompanied our vows;
the home above the sinkhole slipped,
swallowed by hollow abyss.
Truth turned and slapped me sharply in the face;
the nights of dread, a love stone dead
loomed, defiant shadows, around my bed carousing.
Decades passed,
time looks back with penetrating honesty
from eyes of children grown;
painfully beautiful, their crippled spirits limp in careful dance,
dragging the dead lead weight of all my sin.
Oh, God! If I could dry the unshed sorrow, eye glistening,
of these others, dearest ever,
my selfishness betrayed.
Copyright, August 31, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
carousing, introspection, sad love, self,
Form:
Free verse
The times have fallen hard now, to scenes played on 'unmade' roads
Without my volition, and despite intentions, goals;
Indifference took precedence; a lust of life was part,
The key to understanding then, as now,Was placed a piece apart;
Carousing life held quietude.?
Whilst roles to play stood by, as unready future partner,
For when times would come rushing, all arrived..!
I've striven with understanding, and carried in part its lode,
Found 'light years' were really heavy... .’
Did some things that I was shown.
Now still I face an uncertain future, as a world in conflict roils,
Self-interest & self-importance, still… the poison in its ‘coils.’
I have observed full many persons from cooks, to magistrates...
Who have introduced first their credentials,
The institutions they'd attended, then put on the desk their brass name plate.
No, the magistrates, not the cooks..!
I’ve seen it happen thus, and I see it with world leaders, and the media making fuss..!
The Olympic Torch was taken to heaven; yes they showed it on TV..'
I wondered at the gestures value, for Gods sun gives all the light we need?
Still I 'spose he must have seen it, and all the 'special peoples' smiles,
WOW look at what mankind’s achieved yet still raw conflict boils..!
Perhaps a little more understanding..? And a lot more less of 'ME'
Coupled with acceptance of human mortality, and His death upon the tree..!
©Joe Maverick 30-11-2013
Categories:
carousing, freedom,
Form:
Verse
Dr. Jekyll
smart, urbane
nurturing, dreaming, scheming
inventive, anxious, lustful, violent
carousing, raping, murdering
drunken, debauched
Mr. Hyde
Categories:
carousing, life,
Form:
Diamante
There once was a Wulfman named John
One of the most talented poets to come along
Limericks were his thing
But his constant carousing
Caused concern, caught cavorting in just a thong
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
carousing, fun,
Form:
Limerick
I was heading to the bunkhouse, after a wild night on the town
dancing & romancing & one too many round
Back in my wild & woolly days, one more rowdy Saturday night
full of cheap beer & whiskey & the necessary fight
I set Ol' Gus on auto pilot, he knew the way back to the spread
And I set to fighting with those rotgut demons dancing in my head
We were getting pretty close to home, so I eased up on the bit
when all of a sudden that dang horse he up & quit
His ears were all pricked forward, listening quite intense
I caught a drift of what might pass for music, somewhere beyond the fence
It took a lot of persuading, cussing & cajoling
but I got ol' Gus headed for all the caterwauling
the sound got more peculiar as we crested the hill
the memory of what I saw that moonlit night stays with me still
for I had stumbled on a peculiar party, hosted by a peg leg dog
and there was a one eyed pole cat doing comedic monologue
A Blueberry Roan soon took the stage, singing Motley Crue
I swear I saw a big ol' ornery hog with a "born to squeal" tattoo
There were bulls & Heifers dancing, I couldn't believe my eyes
why those bovine wore spikes and body piercings, in places utterly unwise
There where horses with mohawk hairdos head banging to the song
I swear to you, Ol' Gus, he began to sway & sing along
Now I know what you're thinking & I most heartily agree
it was the moon & wind playing tricks, along with rotgut whiskey
You city folks can keep your pink elephants parading in tutus
for this cowboy was shown the light by a Roan in blue suede shoes
I gave up hell raising & carousing, said so long to the honky-tonk life
Happy now to stick to ranching & dancing under the moon with my wife
But every now & again, when the wind blows & the moon is shining bright
I swear I can hear the livestock laughing & head banging through the night
Categories:
carousing, cowboy-western, funny, happiness, song-night,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
The Green Man
Mirror of a man in nature
Swayer in the faerie golden age
Viewed now mere pastiche
Almost forgotten but a still power to enchant
Accept his largesse a gift it is devoid of slant
Strong as any tired worshiped god all demanding
Country a walks pleasure our mutual understanding
But hear me now
Listen and ignore at your peril
Who makes you drive fast – it’s he
Wicked vivacious and most un PC
Air of expectation and congenial good cheer
A carousing a love of cider and cool beer
Country in old oaks and strange village Morris dance
Carnal a man and woman’s amorous springtime romance
Shame trapped in towns no power of green
A rare golden coin neither sought nor seen
But relax and enjoy there’s no shame nor disgrace
Late afternoons warm sun his pleasure on your face
Categories:
carousing, naturepower,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
You were looking for love in all the wrong places
Written By Dean Masciarelli
September 6, 2010 (7:23pm)
You were looking for love in all the wrong
places yet you
kept moving on when you were still quite young
Because you didn’t want to miss anything
more or less get involved with anyone
Because you were having way to much fun
playing
on other peoples emotions and there feelings
So you didn’t stick around to
enjoy there warm embraces
Because you were very selfish
and
such a shallow person back then
Because all you ever had was one thing on your mind
And once the deed was said and done you moved on
And now that you are older then you were way back then
when ever
you go out carousing all you see is a room full of empty faces
Because honestly you have simply run out
of second chances
for any kind of future romances with anyone
And that’s why you are such a lonely person
Because you just didn’t give a damn when you were young
Categories:
carousing, lifelove,
Form:
Free verse
A swarm of whispers kisses my face
Like tender blossoms, a full view;
In morning’s bid, I find thrilled embrace
Through good-bye romps as sunrise debuts
On fragrant petals carousing dew.
My eyes follow his parting tracks on wings
As day rouses wisps of garlands’ crowns,
Clusters of buds wheeze a mild buzzing
To invite play, bouquets tap on ground
Their hemlines sway, waltzing all around.
When hours cling of delight, time endures
And I breathe him as buds fondle my hands,
But purple descends to weave sleep’s lure;
Sadly, florets close as night expands
Till he arrives, with roses on strands.
For Francine Roberts'Contest
Romance Me with English Quintains
by nette onclaud
2 nov 2012
Categories:
carousing, romance,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Experts describe it as a complex emotional reaction, felt by people dwelling in isolation.
Sufferers sometimes cannot explain what they are feeling, as loneliness possess their being.
Why, oh why, is this disease so pervasive among so vast a population?
What is the explanation for this strange phenomenon we are seeing?
The family structure is cracked and broken, and we seem to be losing our mind,
Emailing, texting and tweeting have replaced good, old-fashioned conversating.
Instead of loving, caring, bosom friends, we’ve settled for the Facebook kind.
And spend the best part of our day posting, streaming and Facetiming.
We’ve forsaken our Creator and dislodged our spiritual mooring.
Now devoid of all bearing, we spend our life drifting,
Searching for true meaning by carousing, feasting and lusting,
And end up frustrated, depressed and still wanting.
Singles are prone to loneliness, since companionship is often a need.
It is not fun to cook, eat, and sleep all by your lonely self.
But singles can beat loneliness if to this creed they give heed,
That, “No man is an island, entire of itself.”
Wives can be lonely too, when companionship is lacking,
Because the man they married does not do much talking.
His home is his castle, and he behaves like he’s a king,
The TV is his mistress and he doesn’t do a thing.
Then there is the survivor, whose spouse is dead and gone,
And they are left to run the race and face life all alone.
The children have a life of their own and time is scarce as gold,
So, time with them is but a dream after they leave the fold.
Now if we want to cure this strange phenomenon,
We must seek after God with humility and submission.
And find true satisfaction by modeling our mothers,
In loving and serving and caring for others.
Categories:
carousing, emotions, loneliness, lonely, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme